Rodri Song
Down at the Etihad, there's a lad from Madrid
Tackles like a tank, brain like a computer chip
Started at Atleti, then Villarreal's yellow sub
Now he's City's anchor, the pride of our pub
From the Arndale to Piccadilly, his fame it grows
Winning tackles and trophies, that's how it goes
He's not just a player, he's the gaffer's right hand
Without our Rod, we'd be stuck in quicksand
Who's got the skills and rules the mid
Rodri! Rodri
Who's the best signing that City ever did
Rodri! Rodri
Rodri, Rodri, he's our man
If he can't do it, no one can
They say he's got eyes in the back of his head
Sees passes and moves before they've been said
He'll mug you off proper, leave you in the dirt
Then ping a long ball, make the opposition hurt
He's smoother than gravy on Sunday roast
City's midfield king, that's no empty boast
From Madrid to Citizens, he's come a long way
Now he's painting the town sky blue, day by day
When the chips are down, and hope seems far
Just pass it to Rodri, our Spanish superstar
He'll turn the tide, make everything alright
Our number 16, he'll win every fight
Who's got the skills and rules the mid
Rodri! Rodri
Who's the best signing that City ever did
Rodri! Rodri
Rodri, Rodri, he's our man
If he can't do it, no one can
Who's got the skills and rules the mid
Rodri! Rodri
Who's the best signing that City ever did
Rodri! Rodri
Rodri, Rodri, he's our man
If he can't do it, no one can
Tackles like a tank, brain like a computer chip
Started at Atleti, then Villarreal's yellow sub
Now he's City's anchor, the pride of our pub
From the Arndale to Piccadilly, his fame it grows
Winning tackles and trophies, that's how it goes
He's not just a player, he's the gaffer's right hand
Without our Rod, we'd be stuck in quicksand
Who's got the skills and rules the mid
Rodri! Rodri
Who's the best signing that City ever did
Rodri! Rodri
Rodri, Rodri, he's our man
If he can't do it, no one can
They say he's got eyes in the back of his head
Sees passes and moves before they've been said
He'll mug you off proper, leave you in the dirt
Then ping a long ball, make the opposition hurt
He's smoother than gravy on Sunday roast
City's midfield king, that's no empty boast
From Madrid to Citizens, he's come a long way
Now he's painting the town sky blue, day by day
When the chips are down, and hope seems far
Just pass it to Rodri, our Spanish superstar
He'll turn the tide, make everything alright
Our number 16, he'll win every fight
Who's got the skills and rules the mid
Rodri! Rodri
Who's the best signing that City ever did
Rodri! Rodri
Rodri, Rodri, he's our man
If he can't do it, no one can
Who's got the skills and rules the mid
Rodri! Rodri
Who's the best signing that City ever did
Rodri! Rodri
Rodri, Rodri, he's our man
If he can't do it, no one can
Credits
Writer(s): Aliaksandr Sakalou
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