(To the tune of “call me maybe” by Carly Rae Jepson)

I'd trade my soul to Palace
He shoots he scores he don’t miss
We were not looking for this
But now you're on your way

Your smile was glowing
Blue jeans, grin was showing
Gunners winning, spurs were crying
Where'd they think you’re going, Eze?

Hey, Spurs just met you
And this is crazy
But he’s a Gunner
They call him Eze

He Wouldn't look right
In white baby
So 10s his number
They call him Eze

Hey, Spurs just met you
And this is crazy
But he’s a Gunner
They call him Eze

He wouldn’t look right
In white baby
So 10s his number
They call him Eze