Oi lads gather ‘round, I’ve a tale to tell,’Bout a towering blond Viking who farms for a spell,Boots polished, tap-in prince with a plan,Sing it loud, sing it proud — HAALAND THE LUTON MAN!He roams through the box, like a tractor in June,Scores five past a nation with a population of two,Micronation merchants trembling wherever he ran,All hail, all hail — HAALAND THE LUTON MAN!Premier League farmers clock out when he’s near,He’s harvesting goals like it’s that time of year,Three yards from the net? He’ll finish it, senpai,Tap-in titan supreme — HAALAND THE LUTON MAN!When the Champions League calls, he sharpens his sword,Then proceeds to score only when City’s already scored,But still he celebrates like he’s conquered Japan,Oh sing, oh sing — HAALAND THE LUTON MAN!So raise your pints high, my fellow /sp/ chads,For the stat-padded king adored by the lads,From Luton to Leicester, he’s everyone’s fan,Our glorious, dubious — HAALAND THE LUTON MAN!
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