Little boys who act like pros
Want it at all costs
They're 3–0 down and still behave
And that's what makes those boys pros
Don't drop your heads guys, apply a bit of pressure
Go fetch that ball yourself and drop back a little
Find space, a bit less in the scramble
After that little plastic cup of lemonade at halftime
Just stand up and give the ref a handshake
And now and then a glance at your dad on the sideline
Or not, but still push on to the end
'Cause you'll become a winner through your mindset
Then I'll let him go 'cause he looks like me
In disbelief I stand on the sideline
Little boys who act like pros
Want it at all costs
They're 3–0 down and still behave
And that's what makes those boys pros
I'm proud of your stunts and your moves
But above all your fighting spirit and your passion
And such a dive is a bit overdone and kinda cute
And you know very well yourself, it's not allowed
But just enjoy, boy, it'll be fine, really
You've turned into a friendly lad
Sometimes a brat and sometimes a champion
With the ball at his foot
Shoots, my little boy
Little boys who act like pros
Regularly do something dumb
Little boy, you'll probably fly out of the bend a few more times
But your big brother's proud of you
Little boys who act like pros
Want it at all costs
They're 3–0 down and still behave
And that's what makes those boys pros