Lukas Jutkewicz, his grandad is a Pole.
He'll march us up to the top of the league and he'll always score a goal.
But when we were up we were up,
and when we were down we we were down,
and even if we're half way up,
he'll always score a goal.
We love Lukas, we love Lukas (to the tune of "We hate Leicester")
Lukas Jutkewicz, his grandad is a Pole.
He'll march us up to the top of the league and he'll always score a goal.
But when we were up we were up,
and when we were down we we were down,
and even if we're half way up,
he'll always score a goal.
Lukas Jutkewicz, his grandad is a Pole.
He'll march us up to the top of the league and he'll always score a goal.
It could be the league or the cup
It could be away or at home,
We'll give a big cheer then have a beer, down at the old Skydome.
Lukas Jutkewicz, his grandad is a Pole.
He'll march us up to the top of the league and he'll always score a goal.
It could be the league or the cup
It could be away or at home,
We'll give a big cheer then have a beer, down at the old Skydome.
Lukas Jutkiewicz, no one can spell his name,
He wears the sky blue number 9
And scores for us again,
Are we goin up (goin up)
Or are we goin down (goin down)
Please SISU we're begging you
Don't sell him for a pound....