Songs for Højlund

Lads, I think I've nailed it here. There's even a la la la mosh pit section for lads to throw beer into the air.

To the tune of Rapture by iio


Ras-mus Hojlund, don't you know
United need you so
Sunshine, you make our team complete
Winning tastes so sweet

La
La la la la la la
La la la la la la
La
La la la la la la
La la la la la la
 
Hoy to the Lund the Rasmus is come

Let Manchester receive her prince
 
Who’s that boy from Copenhagen
Who’s that scoring goals again
It’s Rasmus Hojland on the left
Rasmus Hojland on the right
And it’s not a matter if he’ll score but when
 
Højlund, Højlund.
He's a red, just like his pa
He's our Danish superstar.
Ha-Ha-Ha-Højlund, hey!

Højlund, Højlund.
Came to us from Italy
He's here to win the Premier League.
Ha-Ha-Ha-Højlund, hey!
 
Ten Hag had a dream
To build a football team
Jim has money to sign the players we need
We play from the back
With Hoj in attack
We’re Man United
We’re on our way back
 
There lived a certain kid in Denmark long ago
He was big and strong, in his eyes a flaming glow
Most people looked at him with terror and with fear
But to Manchester chicks he was such a lovely dear
He could reach the goal line like a poacher
Full of ecstasy and fire
But he also was the kind of striker
Women would desire

Ras-mus Hoylun
Lover of theatre of dreams
There is a kid that really has shone
Ras-mus Hoylun
United’s latest goal machine
It was a shame how the press carried on

…I’ll get my coat.
 
Thinking Christmas songs, replacing the word Christmas with Rasmus of course!

First and probably only effort, to the tune of Wizzard's I wish it could be Christmas every day:

Well I wish I could watch Rasmus every day
When the boys start singing and the reds begin to play
Oh I wish I could watch Rasmus every day
He's our goal king now, big Rasmus

Edit:

Feck it, have another one:

Shakin' Stevens Marry Christmas Everyone

Goals are flowing
All around me
Got the scousers on the run
It's the season
United are outstanding
We've got Rasmus, so much fun
 
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Thinking Christmas songs, replacing the word Christmas with Rasmus of course!

First and probably only effort, to the tune of Wizzard's I wish it could be Christmas every day:

Well I wish I could watch Rasmus every day
When the boys start singing and the reds begin to play
Oh I wish I could watch Rasmus every day
He's our goal king now, big Rasmus

Edit:

Feck it, have another one:

Shakin' Stevens Marry Christmas Everyone

Goals are flowing
All around me
Got the scousers on the run
It's the season
United are outstanding
We've got Rasmus, so much fun
Feed the Hojlund
Let them know it’s Rasmus time…
 
Rasmund, Rasmund Hojlund.
He came from Atalanta to the Manc Reds.
It's frightening with him and Marcus Rashford.
There's nobody else like Rasmund Hojlund
 
Sometimes iiiii
Fantasiseeee

Of this boy from Copenhagen
And all the chances he keeps taking

Scoring all the goals
Magic in his toes

Alternative ending if he gets #9

Scoring all the time
Uniteds number 9
 
(Mel: Sound of silence)


Hello Denmark, our old friend
We’ve come to cheer for you again
Not for a Schmeichel cos’ we got Onana
For Jesper Olsen we can play Garnacho
But the vision that is planted in our souls
Is of goals
And of our Rasmus Højlund
 
Walking along siging a song, theres only one Rasmus Hoijlund

Pretty obvious but cant see anyones done it
 
To Depeche Mode Enjoy the SIlence

All I ever wanted
All I ever needed
Rasmus Hoijlund
Keepers very unneccersary
Rasmus cause them all harm
 
To the tune of In The Shadows by The Rasmus

You've been watching, you've been chasing
Ramus Højlund, till full-time
We've been searching, we've been waiting
For Rasmus Højlund, all our lives

Du-du-du-da-du-du-du
Du-du-du-da-du-du-du
Du-du-du-da-du-du-du
Duuuu
 
Haaland, HaalandHøjlund, Højlund
He's a blue red, just like his dad Fred
Now he's at the Etihad Old Traff-ed
Ha-Ha-Ha-Haaland, hey Hoy-Hoy-Hoy-Højlund, Oi!

Haaland, Haaland Højlund, Højlund
Came to us from Germany Atlanta
He's here to win the Champions League Europa
Ha-Ha-Ha-Haaland, hey Hoy-Hoy-Hoy-Højlund, Oi!

Haaland, HaalandHøjlund, Højlund
Yorkshire Copenhagen born, NorwegianDanish lad
Roy Keane tried to killdoesn't know his dad
Ha-Ha-Ha-Haaland, hey Hoy-Hoy-Hoy-Højlund, Oi!
 
You'd better be good, you'd better be gooooood
We've spent the Kane money, you'd better be good
 
Fast Rasmus
We'll give you a start
But the very next game
Please put it away
This year
To save us from tears
We've signed someone very special

Or

Simply, having, a wonderful Rasmus time
We're simply having, a wonderful Rasmus time
 
Hojlund has curtains
And ones things for certain
Every chance that he misses will be met

With what a waste of money
From away fans that aren't funny
But they'll most likely be right in the end
 
To the tune of Westward Ho - What a Let Down by Half Man, Half Biscuit


Striker of our dreams gonna have his Medical in the morning
Gonna head north-west, spend 4 years living without sunshine
He’s got the best room booked in the best hotel by the Irwell
We just hope that he’s better than Wout, but for now we just can’t tell

Rasmus Ho

Not a let down
Not a let down
Not a let down

Rasmus Ho ……….
 
Højlund, Højlund, hear us say,
PSG, they tried, but he said, "Nay!"
With skill and flair, he'll lead the way,
In every game, we'll shout, "Hooray!"

Højlund told PSG to feck off,
He's our hero, tough and rough.
On the field, he'll never back down,
In our hearts, he wears the crown!

Højlund, Højlund, hear us say,
PSG, they tried, but he said, "Nay!"
With skill and flair, he'll lead the way,
In every game, we'll shout, "Hooray!"
 
You are my hojlund
My rasmus hojlund
You make me happy, when skies are grey
Oh erling haaland, cost about the same
Please don't take my hojlund away!
 
We've been watching
We've been waiting,
For a striker,
For some time

Now we've got him,
Rasmus Hojlund
And he's gonna
Score a tonne.
 
To the tune of Can't take my eyes off you

You're just too good to be true
Can't take my eyes off of you
Someone with the sweetest touch
The striker we needed so much
At long last, you have arrived
And I thank God I'm alive
You're just too good to be true
Can't take my eyes off of you

(the jumping around bit)

Dah dah dah dah dah dah dah dah dah
Dah dah dah dah dah dah dah dah dah
Dah dah dah dah dah dah dah dah dah
Dah dah dah dah DAAAAAHHH

(Arms outstretched)

Oh Rasmus Hojlund
You'll set the world alight
Oh Rasmus Hojlund
You're fecking dynamite
Oh Rasmus Hojlund
Trust in me when I say
Oh Rasmus Hojlund
You're gonna score today
Oh Rasmus Hojlund
Now that we've found you, stay
Because we love you, Rasmus
Yeah we love you

(Start again from the top)
 
Ra ra, ra ra ra ra, ra ra ra ra, ra ra Rasmus hojlund

ko ko, Ko ko ko ko, ko ko ko ko, ko ko Kobbie Mainoo
 
To the tune of Can't take my eyes off you

You're just too good to be true
Can't take my eyes off of you
Someone with the sweetest touch
The striker we needed so much
At long last, you have arrived
And I thank God I'm alive
You're just too good to be true
Can't take my eyes off of you

(the jumping around bit)

Dah dah dah dah dah dah dah dah dah
Dah dah dah dah dah dah dah dah dah
Dah dah dah dah dah dah dah dah dah
Dah dah dah dah DAAAAAHHH

(Arms outstretched)

Oh Rasmus Hojlund
You'll set the world alight
Oh Rasmus Hojlund
You're fecking dynamite
Oh Rasmus Hojlund
Trust in me when I say
Oh Rasmus Hojlund
You're gonna score today
Oh Rasmus Hojlund
Now that we've found you, stay
Because we love you, Rasmus
Yeah we love you

(Start again from the top)
He's not that good though.
Good song, mind you.
 
To the tune of Zombie by the Cranberries any time Rasmus scores (hopefully often!)

"The ball's in your neeettttttt
In your neeeee-eeeeettttttt
Hoj-lund
Hoj-lund
HOJ-LUND! LUND! LUND!!"

Easy to remember!
 
oooh Hojlund

oooh Hojlund

and they couldn't find an oooh to put on his shirt

oooh Hojlund
 
Rasmus Rasmus Hojlund
He came from Atalanta to the big reds
 
Xmas is coming so:
We wish you a merry Rasmus
We wish you a merry Rasmus
We wish you a merry Rasmus
He'll score more next year