Welcome to Liverpool Cody Gakpo

[RedReet]

At least Gakkers rhymes better than Gakpo


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There’s a song just waiting to be written there

Surely anything that ends with 'O'?

Haribo, placebo, hippo, Rambo, BO.

My song sounds much better than yours.

[Angryred]

Surely anything that ends with 'O'?

Haribo, placebo, hippo, Rambo, BO.

My song sounds much better than yours.

A Rambo loaded with ammo is our Gakpo!!

[memzey]

Whatever we call him, the lad definitely deserves a song. As much as I like the Torres one it's a bit poisoned for me so would have mixed feelings about reusing it. Shame as it was a belter. I heard the Macallister one for the first time recently and really liked that.

[Doc_Piptorious]

Whatever we call him, the lad definitely deserves a song. As much as I like the Torres one it's a bit poisoned for me so would have mixed feelings about reusing it. Shame as it was a belter. I heard the Macallister one for the first time recently and really liked that.

Could recycle the Maxi song for Gakpo.

Cody, Cody Gakpo
Runs down the wing for me

[memzey]

Better than Rambo, loaded with ammo, stinks of BO, he's our Gakpo!!

[rudedog]

Surely anything that ends with 'O'?

Haribo, placebo, hippo, Rambo, BO.

My song sounds much better than yours.

Now this is a story all about how
Gakkers lights up the pitch, always keeps his cool,
And I’d like to take a minute, just sit right there,
I’ll tell you how he became the prince in a town called Liverpool.

In the heart of Lichstad, born and raised,
On the training ground’s where he spent most of his days,
Chillin’ out, maxin’, rippin’ up nets,
Curlin’ in screamers that no one forgets.

When a couple of defenders, up to no good,
Started makin’ trouble in his neighborhood,
He slid past one, left the other in despair,
Smashed it in the top corner like he just don’t care.

He got one little chance, and his coach got scared,
He said, “You’re movin to the Kop now, Gakkers—prepare”
He stepped on the pitch, and things were never the same,
The Kop went wild, started singin’ his name!

He’s smashin the goals in but keepin’ it cool,
Going past defenders like their coach is a fool,
If anything, this guy is totally rare,
He’s Gakkers, not crackers - you better beware!

[Angryred]

Better than Rambo, loaded with ammo, stinks of BO, he's our Gakpo!!

Yep, that gets my approval!

[Sus]

Now this is a story all about how
Gakkers lights up the pitch, always keeps his cool,
And I’d like to take a minute, just sit right there,
I’ll tell you how he became the prince in a town called Liverpool.

In the heart of Lichstad, born and raised,
On the training ground’s where he spent most of his days,
Chillin’ out, maxin’, rippin’ up nets,
Curlin’ in screamers that no one forgets.

When a couple of defenders, up to no good,
Started makin’ trouble in his neighborhood,
He slid past one, left the other in despair,
Smashed it in the top corner like he just don’t care.

He got one little chance, and his coach got scared,
He said, “You’re movin to the Kop now, Gakkers—prepare”
He stepped on the pitch, and things were never the same,
The Kop went wild, started singin’ his name!

He’s smashin the goals in but keepin’ it cool,
Going past defenders like their coach is a fool,
If anything, this guy is totally rare,
He’s Gakkers, not crackers - you better beware!

Someone’s been using ChatGPT! No judgement, I do it all the time

[Kenneth]

Here’s a reworked version of the Fresh Prince of Bel-Air theme, but with a Cody Gakpo and Liverpool twist:


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Verse 1:
Now this is a story all about how
My career got flipped, turned upside down
And I'd like to take a minute, just sit right there
I'll tell you how I became the prince of the Kop's red lair.

Verse 2:
In Eindhoven, Holland, born and raised
On the pitch is where I spent most of my days
Dribblin’ out front and scoring all cool
Doin’ stepovers, makin’ defenders look like fools.

Verse 3:
When a couple of scouts, they were up to some good
Saw me tear it up in the Eredivisie’s 'hood
I got one little call and my agent got scared
Said, "You’re off to Anfield to play for the Reds out there!"

Verse 4:
I whistled for a flight and when it came near
The plane was red-hot with that Scouse atmosphere
If anything I could say that this place was rare
But I thought, “Nah, forget it – let’s conquer out there!”

Verse 5:
I pulled up to the ground about 7 or 8
And I yelled to Klopp, “Yo boss, I’m gonna be great!”
Looked at the Kop, I was finally here
To rule the attack as the prince of Anfield cheer.

[rudedog]

Someone’s been using ChatGPT! No judgement, I do it all the time

Busted!

[Tatterdemalion]

Busted!

Honestly. Player songs - that 's for kids.

Anyway.

"He scores goals before my eyes and that's just when we realise - Cody, Cody, Cody we love you"


[ame="https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ymp-pW5_-jE"]Johnny Tillotson - Judy Judy Judy with Lyrics (1963) - YouTube[/ame]

I'm not sure I'd be singing the rest of it, but you know, horses for courses.

[red g]

Kop's Red liar

[peterbread]

This is not a serious attempt at a song for Gakpo but when I came in here and saw people talking about a song for Gakpo this popped into my head and made me laugh at the thought of Anfield singing this.

[ame="https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=vWUn6tzOAwU"]1960's Batman Theme ( Album Version ) - YouTube[/ame]

Gakpo!

[Big Dave]

This is not a serious attempt at a song for Gakpo but when I came in here and saw people talking about a song for Gakpo this popped into my head and made me laugh at the thought of Anfield singing this.

1960's Batman Theme ( Album Version ) - YouTube

Gakpo!

[Exiled_red]