[Verse 1]

Oh, Cristiano with ice baths,

Chillin' like a frosty king.

Tracks his steps with WHOOP flair,

Fans adore this flashy bling.

Recovery's your new anthem,

But do you ever sit still?

Across the pitch, in a dash,

Fuelled by fans' endless thrill.

[Chorus]

Crunching numbers, chasing strides,

The stats they never lie!

Fans watch your icy glide,

Cheering loud for the high tide.

[Verse 2]

Do you dream of icebergs?

Packed for selfies galore.

Fans lap up your updates,

Even if they're a bore!

Frozen to the core, maybe,

Yet that smile's never born thin.

Sculpted by numbers and ice,

The spotlight's where you've been.

[Chorus]

Crunching numbers, chasing strides,

The stats they never lie!

Fans watch your icy glide,

Cheering loud for the high tide.

[Bridge]

If ice baths could talk,

They'd only speak in trends.

A saga of cool thoughts,

Chilled with fan-shaped bends.

[Chorus]

Crunching numbers, chasing strides,

The stats they never lie!

Fans watch your icy glide,

Cheering loud for the high tide.