(To the tune of hips don’t lie by shakira)

Oh Saka when you score like that
You make a gunner go mad
Our wonderkid, our starboy
Scoring the goals for the gunners
(One, two, three, four)

He’s on the right
Moves from side to side and he thinks the spurs are shite
All the passion,
There’s no tension,
Don’t you see that Saka is perfection

Starboy, we can see your body moving
And it’s driving us crazy
And we didn’t have the slightest idea
Until we saw you playing

And when you move up on the right wing
Nobody can ignore the way you move your body boy,
And everything so unexpected, the way you right and left it
So you can keep on shaking it (let's go)