Dennis Bergkamp Song

In Amsterdam's streets, the boy found his flame
With dreams in his cleats, he carved out his name
From the youth of Ajax to Europe's elite
Bergkamp's touch made defenders retreat
Through battles in Milan, he struggled to shine
But in London's red, he was more than divine
The Non-Flying Dutchman, soaring on the ground
In the hearts of the Gooners, he'll always be found

Oh, Dennis, the art of the game
Each pass, each goal, forever in fame
You moved like silk, so calm, so bright
A hero in Arsenal's endless fight

A flick and a spin, that Newcastle night
A moment of genius, everything was right
Each match, he crafted with art and care
In England's cold, he warmed the air
With Henry beside him, their force was strong
Together, they played the football song
A master of timing, in red and white
He turned every match into pure delight

In Oranje kleur, zijn verhaal begon
Doelpunten als kunst, niemand scoorde zo schoon
In '98 schreef hij geschiedenis groot
Met één simpele touch, perfect was zijn schot
Europese dromen, trots van ons land
De bal aan zijn voet, als magie in zijn hand
Voor Nederland vocht hij, vol passie en vuur
Dennis, onze held, zijn talent altijd puur

Oh, Dennis, the art of the game
Each pass, each goal, forever in fame
You moved like silk, so calm, so bright
A hero in Arsenal's endless fight