In the UAE, under desert skies,

There’s a bald giant, you can’t deny.

Ala’s his name, United’s his team,

But their losing streak shatters his dream.

Arabella’s his kingdom, hookah in the air,

He’s a celebrity, they treat him with flair.

Wayne Rooney retired, it’s breaking his soul,

His shisha clouds rise, but they can’t make him whole.

Luton in his heart, Torquay on the map,

Dishes in the sink, taking post-nap naps.

Mr Chips in hand, driving late at night,

But the dunes call his name in the morning light.

Ala in the dunes, Land Cruiser on the move,

But he forgets diff lock, and he’s got nothing to prove.

Stuck in the sand, here comes the smart-ass man,

Pulling him out, with a laugh and a plan.

Ala in the club, Arabella on fire,

United on his mind, Wayne Rooney’s his desire.

Underneath the stars, his story unfolds,

A bald giant’s anthem, let the EDM roll.

Let the EDM Roll.

“Ala in the dunes—let the bassline ride,

From Luton to Dubai, feel the giant’s vibe!

Shisha in the air, desert sand in his soul,

Hit the beat, hit the lights, let the story roll!”

He’s Alan Harper, broke with flair,

In a two and a half life, without a care.

But don’t let the jokes fool you, he’s got pride,

Luton’s his town, Torquay’s his guide.

Hates City and Liverpool with a burning fire,

But United’s losing streak puts his heart on the wire.

Still, he cruises the desert, the dunes his stage,

Getting stuck in the sand, adding laughs to his rage.

Arabella’s calling, it’s the weekend glow,

Ala’s in the spotlight, it’s his shisha show.

Wayne Rooney’s his hero, but the game’s moved on,

Still, his bald head shines like the desert sun.

Ala in the dunes, Land Cruiser on the move,

But he forgets diff lock, and he’s got nothing to prove.

Stuck in the sand, here comes the smart-ass man,

Pulling him out, with a laugh and a plan.

Ala in the club, Arabella on fire,

United on his mind, Wayne Rooney’s his desire.

Underneath the stars, his story unfolds,

A bald giant’s anthem, let the EDM roll.

Let the EDM Roll.

Beat drops low, like his hopes for the game,

But the bassline kicks, and it eases his pain.

From Luton to the UAE, he’s living his tale,

On the dunes or in Arabella, he’ll always prevail.

Ala in the dunes—let the bassline ride,

From Luton to Dubai, feel the giant’s vibe!

Shisha in the air, desert sand in his soul,

Hit the beat, hit the lights, let the story roll!