Manchester city

From the Etihad pitch where the legends are made,

Another Premier League title we have displayed.

The sky turns to Blue as the crowd starts to roar,

Pep's tactical genius demanding some more.

It starts at the back, a foundation of might,

With a wall that defends and sees through the night.

​(Chorus)

Oh, the Cityzens march, with the shield on their chest,

Premier League champions, putting all to the test.

The passing is crisp and the movement is clean,

The best football machine the world has ever seen.

From defense to attack, a relentless display,

The title is ours, come what may!

​(Verse 2)

In the goal, there’s the man, calm, collected, and bold,

It’s Stefan Ortega, a story untold.

With hands that are sure, he commands his domain,

Ready to save us from sun, wind, or rain.

Then Rúben Dias steps out, a leader so strong,

A central defender where he truly belongs.

With John Stones beside him, composure and grace,

He carries the ball and sets the tempo and pace.

And Gvardiol on the left, an engine of fire,

Driving the play higher and higher!

​(Chorus)

Oh, the Cityzens march, with the shield on their chest,

Premier League champions, putting all to the test.

The passing is crisp and the movement is clean,

The best football machine the world has ever seen.

From defense to attack, a relentless display,

The title is ours, come what may!

​(Bridge)

The midfield connection, a magical line,

With Rodri controlling, a master divine.

But it’s up to the front where the magic is spun,

A rocket-fueled winger, our Jérémy Doku, he runs!

The Foden flair, the genius we love,

The Phil Foden touch, sent down from above.

​(Verse 3)

And then, the Viking, a striker so keen,

The most feared goal-scorer the league has ever seen.

It’s the number nine, the giant so fast,

The phenomenal Erling Haaland, built to last.

He chases the through-ball, he’s hungry for goals,

A whirlwind of power that takes its fierce tolls.

He smashes it home, then he waits for the call,

The sound of the net as the stadium falls!

​(Chorus)

Oh, the Cityzens march, with the shield on their chest,

Premier League champions, putting all to the test.

The passing is crisp and the movement is clean,

The best football machine the world has ever seen.

From defense to attack, a relentless display,

The title is ours, come what may!

​(Outro)

Blue Moon, you saw me standing alone,

But now we stand together, with the best ever known!

City, City, hear the thunder roll,

We're taking the title and taking control! Come on City!