Yeah yeah, yeah yeah, yeah yeah



No one kicks the football like the one 

Zlatan, I say Zlatan 

When you wake up, he's on the run 

Zlatan, I say Zlatan 

His own style has made him rich

Zlatan Ibrahimovic



He was raised in a poor part of town called Rosenfarm

It's a place where people fight to survive 

Everyone saw that little boy was a special one

He looked in your eyes 

And gave you a smile 

And fooled you all for a while

Yeah yeah, yeah yeah, yeah yeah



No one kicks the football like the one 

Zlatan, I say Zlatan 

When you wake up, he's on the run 

Zlatan, I say Zlatan 

His own style has made him rich 

Zlatan Ibrahimovic



No one kicks the football like the one 

Zlatan, I say Zlatan 

When you wake up, he's on the run 

Zlatan, I say Zlatan 

His own style has made him rich 

Zlatan Ibrahimovic



I wanna see you again and again

You my magic friend

I had a dream of playing together with you

Bad people say: all of your magic will fade away 

Bullshit to me, a blind man could see 

When you move on they are history

Yeah yeah, yeah yeah, yeah yeah



No one kicks the football like the one 

Zlatan, I say Zlatan 

When you wake up, he's on the run 

Zlatan, I say Zlatan 

His own style has made him rich 

Zlatan Ibrahimovic



No one kicks the football like the one 

Zlatan, I say Zlatan 

When you wake up, he's on the run 

Zlatan, I say Zlatan 

His own style has made him rich 

Zlatan Ibrahimovic



Who's da man, Zlatan, Zlatan            

I say: Who's da man, Zlatan, Zlatan            

Who's da man, Zlatan, Zlatan            

I say: Who's da man, Zlataaaaaaan!



Who's da man, Zlatan, Zlatan            

I say: Who's da man, Zlatan, Zlatan            

Who's da man, Zlatan, Zlatan            

I say: Who's da man, Zlataaaaaaan!