Egyptian King
Brits Pop
Criado por Udio com Udio AI
Brits Pop
2024-04-09
Lyrics
Oh, Mo Salah, running down the wing,nSalah-la-la-la, the Egyptian King.nWith the ball at his feet, he’s a sight to behold,nTurning defenders into statues so cold.nnHe’s our number eleven, he’s football heaven,nWith Mo Salah, we're dreaming big.nScoring goals, fulfilling roles,nThe pride of Anfield, the Egyptian King.nnFrom the banks of the Nile to the Mersey’s flow,nHe’s the Pharaoh that makes our hearts glow.nWith a flash of his boots, the net bulges again,nSalah-la-la-la, inscribing his name.nnHe’s our number eleven, he’s football heaven,nWith Mo Salah, we're dreaming big.nThrough rain or shine, he always shines,nThe pride of Anfield, the Egyptian King.nnnIn the Kop, we sing, for victory we cling,nSalah, oh Salah, our songs we bring.nFrom dawn till dusk, in Klopp we trust,nBut it’s Mo Salah, who earns our lust.nnOh, Mo Salah, running down the wing,nSalah-la-la-la, the Egyptian King.nFor every goal, for every dream,nSalah-la-la-la, on you we lean.
