Barcelona

It's not another gang of stupid people,
well maybe they are, but I don't know.
They chase after the ball, all of them,
they're from Barcelona.

Backed up with some immigrants,
like their shining star.
men, so intrepid,
ready to tear the field apart.

Oh, Barcelona,
Oh, Barcelona,
clearly the best in the whole big vast world.
Oh Barcelona, the stars of soccer.
The people whose legs are worth gold.
Oh, yeah, Barcelona,
oh, yeah, Barcelona.
Oh, yeah.

They burn the grass behind them,
for the victory they were assigned.
They're even mightier than the sword and the pen combined.

They're taking the ball rapidly,
leaving behind no trace nor stub.
With their blue-red uniforms,
Més que un club.

Oh, Barcelona,
Oh, Barcelona,
clearly the best in the whole big vast world.
Oh Barcelona, the stars of soccer.
The people whose legs are worth gold.
Oh, yeah, Barcelona,
oh, yeah, Barcelona.
Oh, yeah.

Oh, Barcelona,
Oh, Barcelona,
clearly the best in the whole big vast world.
Oh Barcelona, the stars of soccer.
The people whose legs are worth gold.
Oh, yeah, Barcelona,
oh, yeah, Barcelona.
Oh, yeah.
Oh Barcelona.