Treatment Room to the Trophy Room

Intro

MK logic! Brap!

MK logic! Brap! Brap!

Turn the monitors up

They thought the injury list would break us (Lies!)

They thought the early stumbles would take us (Never!)

Two decades of waiting... the 2025-26 season belongs to us

Boom!

Verse 1

August arrived and the critics were talking

Watching our steps while the rivals were stalking

Early days tight, yeah the pressure was pressing

Media doubters were out here guessing

Dropping some points had to fight for the rhythm

But Mik Arteta had the perfect algorithm (Tactical!)

Shook off the rust told the league unlucky

From the very first month we were grinding and plucky

Pre-Chorus

They wanted us to slip

They wanted us to trip

But we held the grip

Chorus

From the treatment room to the trophy room

Left the whole league in a cloud of fumes

Injury list couldn't hold us back

We're Arsenal we don't crack

Verse 2

Then came the corners look at the art

Nicolas Jover tearing apart

Every defense that stands in the box

Picking them open like shattering locks

Eighteen goals straight from the flag flying

Premier League record no use in crying

Fourteen times over it's one-nil to us

Big Gabi and Saliba charting the bus (Boom!)

Pre-Chorus

Set-piece again ole ole

Watch the ball fly watch it sail

Chorus

From the treatment room to the trophy room

Left the whole league in a cloud of fumes

Injury list couldn't hold us back

We're Arsenal we don't crack

Verse 3

But hold on a minute the crisis arrived

Haters all prayed we wouldn't survive

Odegaard down with his knee in a brace

Saliba and Gabriel out of the race

Ten of our ballers all stuck in the ward

March international breaking our sword

Merino sidelined Timber was out

They thought squad fatigue would bring on the doubt

Saka just managed the workload and stepped (Starboy!)

While the rest of the league crumbled and wept

Bridge

Brap! Brap!

Comprehensive review

We took the hits

We took the injuries

We conquered the corner flags

Chorus

From the treatment room to the trophy room

Left the whole league in a cloud of fumes

Injury list couldn't hold us back

We're Arsenal we don't crack

Outro

Eighty-five points at the end of the line

Seven clear of City the trophy is mine

Havertz heading it home for the crown

Flooding the streets of Islington town

Twenty-two years of hurt is erased

Look at the gold wrapped round our waist

No near-misses now we got over the line

Arteta's army is perfectly fine

Boom!