In response to the Brenda Rhapsody I bring you the first version of the Luisian Rhapsody
Luisian Rhapsody
(Luis)
Iker Casillas?
Isco this fantasy?
I'm caught in a Stevieslide,
Must escape from reality.
Open your eyes,
Look up the table and see,
I'm just a poor boy, I need your sympathy,
Because I'm easy come, easy go,
Little high, lots of low,
Anyway my wind blows doesn't really matter.. Pepe, Pepe?
Brendan, just bit a man,
Put a mouth against his arm,
Pulled the trigger, now he's dead.
Redmen, life had just begun,
But now I've got to be along the away.
(Chorus- teammates - setting South London, a few days later)
Luis, ooh,
We didn't mean to make you cry,
If you're not back again this time in August,
We'll carry on, carry on as if nothing but Real matters.
(Luis)
Too late, my time had come,
Sent shivers down my spine,
Body's aching all the time.
Goodbye, all you Scousers, I've got to go,
Gotta leave you all behind and face the truth.
Mama, ooh (anyway the wind blows),
I don't wanna die,
I sometimes wish I'd never been here at all.
I see a little silhouetto of a man,
Sergio, Sergio, will you do the Fandango?
Thunderbolt and lightning,
Very, very frightening me.
(Galactico) Galactico.
(Galactico) Galactico,
Galactico Fabio
Magnifico.
I'm just a poor boy, nobody loves me.
He's just a poor boy from a poor family,
Spare him his life from this monstrosity.
Easy come, easy go, will you let me go?
Alvaro? No, we will not let you go. (Let him go!)
Ronaldo? We will not let you go. (Let him go!)
Marcelo? We will not let you go. (Let me go!)
Will not let you go. (Let me go!)
Never, never let you go
Never let me go, oh.
No, no, no, no, no, no, no.
Oh, Angel di Maria, di Maria (di Maria, let me go.)
Benzema has a devil put aside for me, for me, for me.
So you think you can stone me and spit in my eye?
So you think you can love me and leave me to die?
Oh, Baley, you can't do this to me, Brendan,
Just gotta get out, just gotta get right outta here.
(Oh, yeah, oh yeah)
Nothing really matters,
Anyone can see,
Nothing really matters,
Nothing really matters but me.
Anyway the wind blows.