Balo's on fire

Your defense is terrified

Balo's on fire

Your defense is terrified

Na na na na na na na na na na na na na

With Stars and Stripes upon my chest

These are men, America's best

Mexico will lose today

Dos a Cero, U-S-A

Ooooooooh

Suck that eagle dick, bitch

Ooooooooh

Suck that eagle dick, bitch

Duh duh duh duh duh duh Chris-tian Pul-i-sic

Duh duh duh duh duh duh Chris-tian Pul-i-sic

Ooooooooohhhhh Weston McKennie

Ooooooooohhhhh Weston McKennie

We've got Tim Ream, Super Timmy Ream

I just don't think you understand

He's Pochettino's man

He's older than your gran

We've got Super Timmy Ream

You're Sergiño Dest

Better than all the rest

Better than anyone

Anyone I've ever met

Tsamina mina, eh, eh

Waka waka, eh, eh

Balogun, he scores again

We stole him from England

Don't call his name, Don't call his name

Alejandro

He's not your man, He's not your man

Alejandro

He left El Tri, he joined the Yanks

Told all of Mexico no thanks

Don't call his name, Don't call his name

Alejandro

Alejandro, Alejandrooooooooo

Ale-Alejandro, Ale-Alejandrooooo

Alejandro, Alejandrooooooooo

Ale-Alejandro, Ale-Alejandrooooo

Vamos Estados Unidos

Esta noche tenemos que ganar

And if you want beef then bring the ruckus

USA ain't nothing ta fuck with

Oh oh oh

Oh oh oh

Oh oh oh

U-S-A

Why is the ball round?

Why is the ball round?

I thought this was football.

Why is the ball round?

Our health care is bad.

Our leaders are worse.

But in group D

we're coming in first.

If the U.S. wins, you'll call it soccer.

Oh if the U.S. wins, you'll call it soccer.

Oh if we win the game, you'll change the fucking name.

Oh if the U.S. wins, you call it soccer.

Country roads, take me home

To the place I belong

West Virginia, mountain mama

Take me home, country roads

Balo, Balo, Balo, can't you see?

Sometimes your moves just hypnotize me

And we just love the way you play

Bangin' in goals for the U-S-A

Come on US score a goal it's really fucking simple

Put the ball into the net and we'll go fucking mental

Na na na na na na na na na na na na na na

He's red white and blue

Said fuck the kangaroos

We've got Christian Pulisic

He scores with his dick

He's really fucking quick

We've got Christian Pulisic

Oh when the Yanks

Go marching in

I want to be in that number

When the Yanks go marching in

When I see the U.S., I go out of my head

I just can't get enough, I just can't get enough

All the things you do to me and all the things you say

I just can't get enough, I just can't get enough

We slip and slide as we fall in love

And I just can't seem to get enough of

Do do do do do do do do do do do

Come on U.S.

We love ya, we love ya, we love ya

And where you go we'll follow, we'll follow, we'll follow

Cuz we support the U.S., the U.S., the U.S.

And that's the way we like it, we like it, we like it

Oh Oooh Ooooohhhhhhhh

Oh Oooh Ooooohhhhhhhh

Oh Oooh Ooooohhhhhhhh

Oh Oooh Ooooohhhhhhhh

Olé Olé Olé Olé

USA...all the way

Dale, dale, dale USA

Dale, dale, dale USA

Dale USA

Na na na nananana, nannana

Tim Ream

Na na na nananana, nannana

Tim Ream

And here's to you, Jedi Robinson

Yankees love you more than you will know

Whoa oh oh

God bless you please, Jedi Robinson

Pochettino always said that you could play

Hey hey hey

Everywhere we go (Everywhere we go)

People wanna know (People wanna know)

Who we are (Who we are)

So we tell them (So we tell them)

We are the US (We are the US)

The mighty, mighty US

We are the US (We are the US)

The mighty, mighty US

Boom boom clap

Boom boom clap

Boom boom clap

U-S-A

Gio, Gio, Gio

Wears number seven like Cristiano

He goes left, he goes right

He scores golazos all night

He's America's soccer hero!

With you, our love is never-ending

90 minutes was only the beginning

United as one, we sing for you

We can conquer anything together

Red, white, and blue is forever

US til I die, we follow you

Whoa-oh-oh-oh

Whoa-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh

Whoa-oh-oh-oh

Whoa-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh

Glory to the U.S.

Oh we are the U.S.

Glory to the U.S.

Here we go

Ohhh U-S-A

Ohhh U-S-A

Ohhh U-S-A

Shots, shots, shots, shots

Shots, shots, shots, shots

Everybody

When I root

I root for the U.S.

When I root

I root for the U.S.

Hey, come on USA

Ole, ole

Hey, come on USA

Ole, ole

Flo Ba-lo-gun (bah bah bah)

Your goals always look so good (So good, so good, so good)

I've been inclined

To believe that we will win...Now I know

Do do do, do do do do do

Do do do, do do do do do

13 stripes

50 stars

We don't care

Who the fuck you are

He puts the ball into the net

It's Pulisic

From right to left across the pitch

It's Pulisic

All the way from Hershey, P-A

He's gonna score a goal today

And that's why we sing for Christian Pulisic

Lo lo Lolo lo lo Lolo lo lo, lo lo

Lo lo Lolo lo lo lolo Lo LO, LOLO

All the way from Hershey, P-A

He's gonna score a goal today

And that's why we sing for Christian Pulisic

My Timmy don't mess around

Because he loves me so

He's gonna score for sure

He's got pace for days

And when he gets behind ya

You're not catchin' him no more

Wea-ah, Wea-ah

Wea-ah, Wea-ah

Wea-ah, Wea-ah

Wea-ah, Wea-ah

I believe

I believe that

I believe that we

I believe that we will win