Attack

Big Viking steppin’, ice cold on attack,

Erling Haaland with the goals, put the net on his back.

Power in his stride, rocket in his toe,

Blink once, my guy, and he already scored a goal.

Machine in the box, yo defenders can’t cope,

Every touch lethal, built different, no joke.

From Dortmund to City, he just breaks through the line,

Haaland’s the beast, man—goal rate divine.