Football Poet - Cole Palmer Song Lyrics

From Wythenshawe streets, yeah, that's where he came
Cold Palmer on the pitch, no one can tame
Man U fan turned City blue, twist of fate
Academy nearly binned him, but he wouldn't wait
Wilcox saw the spark when others said "too frail"
Now he's Chelsea's golden boy, what a wild tale
Bench warmer to match winner, in the blink of an eye
Now he's got the Shed End singing, reaching for the sky
Cole Palmer, he's one of our own!
From City's bench to Chelsea's throne!
Pa-pa-pa-Palmer, watch him fly!
Cold as ice, make opponents cry!
Private school kid with working class roots
Two flags on his boots, proud Kittitian salutes
Four goals in one game, that's how he rolls
Player of the Month, man, he's scorin' in shoals
England came calling, Euro dreams in his eyes
Penalty king, cool as ice when he flies
From City's squad player to Chelsea's main man
Cold Palmer's rise, try stop him if you can
From Manchester streets to London's lights
Cold Palmer's reaching brand new heights
Premier League ain't seen nothing yet
This boy's gonna be England's best bet
Cole Palmer, he's one of our own!
From City's bench to Chelsea's throne!
Pa-pa-pa-Palmer, watch him fly!
Cold as ice, make opponents cry!
Cole Palmer, he's one of our own!
From City's bench to Chelsea's throne!
Pa-pa-pa-Palmer, watch him fly!
Cold as ice, make opponents cry!