Attempt from a tone deaf fan, couple of beers in.
to mr blue sky (old time favourite)
The son has come to play in blue
There ain’t a better sight
His name is Erling, he’s a big blond viking
And don’t you know, he’s really here to play, hey
Running down the hallowed turf
He aims, he shoots, he scores
For the City, the team where once was pity
Erling Haaland is playing here today, hey