No Es Soccer, Es Fútbol

[Verse 1] Welcome to the Azteca, take a deep breath of smog 87,000 screaming, you’re lost in the fog. You brought your burgers, we brought the heat At 7,000 feet, you’ll be dead on your feet. You call it a 'franchise', we call it a passion Your 'I believe' chant is so out of fashion. [Chorus] Listen Gringo, it’s fútbol, not soccer Your trophy cabinet is a lonely locker. Dos a cero is dead, ya pasó de moda Aquí les servimos la derrota con soda. You play for the 'vibes', we play for the flag Pack up your cleats in a Ziploc bag! [Verse 2] You celebrate the Round of 16 like a win 'Historic achievement?' Let the roasting begin! Yeah, the Quinto Partido is our eternal curse But calling it 'soccer' is honestly worse. You’ve got the money, the hype, and the grass But Pulisic knows we’re gonna kick some... glass. You treat the Mundial like a Super Bowl ad But losing to 'little brother' is making you mad. [Bridge] No pads, no timeouts, no 'defense' chants please Just 90 minutes of you on your knees. You’re hosting the party, but we own the house In the cathedral of football, you’re quiet as a mouse. [Outro] Keep your 'cleats,' we’ll keep the ball. Thanks for the stadium, we’ll take it all. It’s a passion, not a project. ¡Fútbol, not soccer, learn some respect!