Joleon, Joleon, Joleon, Joleon
I’m begging of you please don't foul that man
Joleon, Joleon, Joleon, Joleon
Please don't push him because he’s Ital-ian
Your timing is hardly beyond compare
With flailing arms when you’re in the air
We love you to bits with your cheeky grin
Your goal was like a breath of spring
But your passing is too soft and drives me insane
And I sometimes cannot bear to watch you, Joleon
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