Chants for Zirkzee

so tell me what you want, what you really, really want
i wanna, (ha) i wanna, (ha) i wanna, (ha) i wanna, (ha)
i wanna really, really, really wanna zirkzee ah
 
**Shawn Michaels’ entrance music**
I think he’s good
His name is Zirkzee
He’s got the moves
To score all the goals
He will not lose
He’ll get the reds up
He is the tip
Of Ten Hag’s Dutch spine

He’s just a Zirkzee boy (Zirkzee boy)
 
Coolio - see you when you get there.

You’ll be deadwood by next season,
Give the caf any reason,
Actually we don’t need a reason.
 
Now the rain weep down from OT,
Without a goal to cheer

"And who are you?" The Dutchman said
"That I must score a goal"
Only a coach of a different club
That's all the truth I know
In a kit of gold or a kit of red
A striker must have balls
Mine are large and heavy, coach
As large and heavy as yours
 
Zirkzee, Zirkzee, got battered at Thermopylae,
Most of his navy is under the sea
Went to Plataea, got battered again,
Went back to Persia with only half of his men.
 
Zee Zee, do you love me? Are you riding?
Say you'll never ever leave from beside me
'Cause I want ya, and I need ya
And I'm down for you always
 
To the tune of the 60s song 123
123
We got Zirkzee
And he'll score
thats what we got him for
Its easy its so easy
like taking candy
from a baby
 
To The Killers 'Mr. Brightside :

But it's just the price we paid
Scoring goals just wait and see
Came to United not City
Cos he's Joshua Zirkzee.
 
Zi-irk-zee woah
Zi-irk-zee woah
He a had medical
Ornstein has misled us all
 
To the tune of my bunny is over the ocean

My volley is crossed to Garnacho
My volley’s not crossed to Zirkzee
My volley is crossed to Garnacho
So bring back my volley, Zirkzee
 
*orgasm noises*

I think he's cute
I know he's Zirkzee
He's got the skills that drive the fans wild
He's got the moves, that really move 'em
He sends chills up and down their spines

He's just a Zirkzee boy (Zirkzee boy)
He's not a boy toy (boyyy toyyyy)

Winner
 
To The Killers 'Mr. Brightside :

But it's just the price we paid
Scoring goals just wait and see
Came to United not City
Cos he's Joshua Zirkzee.

Chelsea
Tried to sign me
Boehly
Contract bind thee
Nullify my Agent's fee
It don't work with Jo-shua Zirkzee
Cause I'm Norman Whiteside
 
At Old Trafford, Zirkzee shines bright,
scoring goals, he's our delight.
With a hat-trick here and a dribble there,
he's United's new attacking flair.
Fans cheer loud, his name they sing,
Zirkzee's the man, our football king.
So let's all chant, with pride and glee,
Zirkzee's the star for Man United's spree!

From me and chatgpt.
 
To the tune of Dirty Old Town.

Joshua Zirkzee,
He'll score 'em all
He's our number 9,
And he's Dutch and tall,
With him up front,
We'll win it all,
Zirkzee up front
Zirkzee up front.
My eyes are burning
 
Zirkzee's fecking magic,
He wears a magic hat,
Erik saw he's Dutch,
and said I fancy that,
6 foot fecking 3,
Scores with his left and right,
And when we win the cup again,
we'll sing this song all night.
 
To the tune of cocabana,

His name is Zirkzee, he drives them crazy,
His touch is class, his runs are mazy,
pass him the ball, he'll score the goals,
all the haters can suck our balls.