Verse 1:
Oh gather round, my friends, and lend me your ear
I'll sing a tale of a footballer so queer
His name is Moise Kean, and he's quite a sight to see
But trust me when I say, he's the worst in history
Chorus:
Moise Kean, oh Moise Kean
He can't play on a football field, it's quite obscene
His touch is like that of a rapist, it's plain to see
Moise Kean, oh Moise Kean, a footballer he'll never be
Verse 2:
He's got a cotton field at home, where he likes to play
But put him on a football pitch, and he'll ruin your day
He's got no skills, no talent, and no grace
Just a big waste of space, all over the place
Chorus:
Moise Kean, oh Moise Kean
He can't play on a football field, it's quite obscene
His touch is like that of a rapist, it's plain to see
Moise Kean, oh Moise Kean, a footballer he'll never be
Verse 3:
He's tried to play for teams both far and wide
But every time he steps up, he just can't provide
He's like a bull in a china shop, he just can't keep his head
And with every touch he takes, we all wish he were dead
Chorus:
Moise Kean, oh Moise Kean
He can't play on a football field, it's quite obscene
His touch is like that of a rapist, it's plain to see
Moise Kean, oh Moise Kean, a footballer he'll never be
Verse 4:
So let this be a warning, to all who wish to play
If you're like Moise Kean, just stay away
Stick to your cotton fields, and don't come near
The football pitch, or you'll be laughed out of here
Chorus:
Moise Kean, oh Moise Kean
He can't play on a football field, it's quite obscene
His touch is like that of a rapist, it's plain to see
Moise Kean, oh Moise Kean, a footballer he'll never be
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