To the tune of Livin la vida Loca
He’s in to dodgy haircuts, backpasses and petty fouls,
I feel a premonition, that guy not gonna make it far,
RAWK needs a new sensation, a new player to idolise,
They need a new addiction, probably someone else we despise,
He’ll make you tear your hair out, away at White Hart Lane,
He’ll make you wish he was playing for some shit team out in Spain,
He’s like a bullet to the brain, Come on,
(Chorus)
Up and down the pitch, he’s Liverpool Lucas Leiva,
He’ll bring your team right down, he’s Liverpool Lucas Leiva,
His passes are really slow, and he’s worse than Reo Coker
He will wear you out, Liverpool Lucas Leiva,
Liverpool Lucas Leiva, Come on!
He’s Liverpool Lucas Leiva.