The song is a haunting elegy to child abuse, a very serious matter. But a different Luka is hogging the football world’s headlines at present and he’s none too happy either. So here is the re-worded song.
“Luka”
My name is Luka
I work at White Hart Lane
I am on the TV a lot
Yes I think you’ve seen me before
If you hear something
Some kind of trouble, some kind of fight
Just don’t ask me what it was
Just don’t ask me what it was
Just don’t ask me what it was
I think it’s all because of Levy
I try not to talk too loud
Maybe it’s because they need me
I try not to act too proud
They want to keep me till I die
After that, you don’t ask why
You just don’t argue anymore
You just don’t argue anymore
You just don’t argue anymore
Yes I think it’s going to be Real
I was ready to walk out last year
Well, if you insist this is what I’ll say
40mil for me is chicken feed, hombre
But Levy, all you do is bitch and moan
With nothing gained, nothing thrown
Just don’t ask me how I am [X3]
My name is Luka
I work at White Hart Lane
I am on TV a lot
Yes I think you’ve seen me before
If you hear something late at night
Some kind of trouble, some kind of fight
Just don’t ask me what it was
Just don’t ask me what it was
Just don’t ask me what it was
And they want to keep me till I die
After that, you don’t ask why
You just don’t argue anymore