Season after season,
The rags would buy the league,
One check from Abu Dhabi,
They enacted F, F, P.
We are Manchester City,
We always play with class,
One hundred fifteen charges,
You can shove them up your ass!
Allez, Allez, Allez
Allez, Allez, Allez
Allez, Allez, Allez
Allez, Allez, Allez
They tried to ban us from UEFA,
To dock us in the league,
KDB and Haaland,
were showing some fatigue,
Then Ceferin flew to Turkey,
And soon the refs were told,
Anyone but City,
are fine to win the gold,
We were tired from the double,
But in the sixty-eighth,
Rodri launched a screamer,
Right through Onana’s legs
Allez, Allez, Allez
Allez, Allez, Allez
Allez, Allez, Allez
Allez, Allez, Allez
Now we’ve won the treble,
Already won Group “G”
The rags have left Europa,
What will it take to see,
The future is for City,
United’s in the past,
Until you’re bought by Saudi,
Thirteen will be your last.
Allez, Allez, Allez
Allez, Allez, Allez
Allez, Allez, Allez
Allez, Allez, Allez