Four in a row champions

👑 Four-in-a-Row (The History Makers)

(Verse 1)

From the days of despair to the glory we know,

A decade of dominance, watching the trophies grow.

The shift in the balance, the power, and might,

Shining so brightly beneath the floodlight.

We've made history now, the first to achieve,

Four Premier League titles, believe, and believe!

(Chorus)

We are City! We fight for the shield on the sleeve,

The Treble was done, what more can we achieve?

We wear the Sky Blue, a standard held high,

The loudest roar echoes up into the sky.

From Manchester hearts, a beautiful show,

We are the champions, four-in-a-row!

(Verse 2)

Let's talk about the keeper, with talent so rare,

Ederson Moraes, with golden blond hair.

A shot-stopper true, but also a boss with the feet,

His long-range passes just cannot be beat.

And in the engine room, the captain is found,

The heart of the team, the boss on the ground.

Kevin De Bruyne, with his laser-sharp pass,

Slicing defenses, leaving them shattered like glass.

He bends the cross in, finding the head of the man,

Executing the perfect, impossible plan.

(Chorus)

We are City! We fight for the shield on the sleeve,

The Treble was done, what more can we achieve?

We wear the Sky Blue, a standard held high,

The loudest roar echoes up into the sky.

From Manchester hearts, a beautiful show,

We are the champions, four-in-a-row!

(Bridge)

The wide men are flying, our Bernardo Silva spins,

The technique is faultless, the battle he wins.

He works for the team, never taking a rest,

Putting his body and soul to the test.

And when the pressure is on, and the clock starts to tick,

Julián Álvarez is always quick to react and to flick.

He runs from the bench, or he starts the attack,

A lethal force forward, there's no turning back!

(Verse 3)

The defenders are solid, the full-backs fly high,

With Kyle Walker's pace leaving rivals nearby.

He speeds down the flank, the fastest man there,

Tracking back quickly, a defensive nightmare.

The midfield is solid, the passes precise,

It’s a symphony played at a blistering price.

The ball keeps moving, never standing still,

A machine made of players driven by will.

(Outro)

So raise your flags high, let the light shine down,

The greatest team ever to grace this fine town.

From Manchester's heart, we shout it with glee,

Manchester City! Champions are we!

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