Bruno Fernandes Is The Goat

Well, Bruno's got the vision, sharper than an eagle's eye

Making passes not even Modric would dare to try

They say De Bruyne's magic, but he's getting old and gray

While Bruno's gon bring the treble back to Old Trafford one day

Oh Bruno, you're the maestro, threading needles with your feet

From long shots to the free kicks, Lord, no rival can compete

If he played for Real Madrid, Jude'd sit right on the bench

Ballon d'Or would be a lock, Bruno's greatness we adore

He don't need no compass, he can find Hojlund with ease

With Casemiro by his side, they bring rivals to their knees

Every ball's a diamond, every pass an artist's stroke

Bruno's lighting up the league, man, this ain't no joke

Imagine all the trophies, if Madrid came calling now

Jude might ride the bench a while, is that unfair? Oh, somehow

But we'll keep him red and devilish, with Amorim's master plan

And he'll lead the pack to glory with that armband in his hand

Oh Bruno, you're the maestro, threading needles with your feet

From long shots to the free kicks, Lord, no rival can compete

If he played for Real Madrid, Jude'd sit right on the bench

Ballon d'Or would be a lock, Bruno's greatness we adore

When the Champions League is ours, and the crowd begins to cheer

Bruno'll raise that trophy high, with fire in every tear

He's proven he's the engine, the conductor of the show

Old Trafford's beating heartbeat, as the chants begin to grow