It’s Called Soccer, Deal With It

[Verse 1] Welcome to the party, hope you like the Astroturf In a stadium named after a bank on God’s green earth We’ve got sixty-four cameras and a jumbotron so wide While the whole front row is asking: “What’s an offside?” Got my face paint on and my oversized foam hand In the most expensive parking lot in all the land! [Chorus] Oh, we’re hosting the party, we’re charging your soul Two hundred bucks for a beer before a single goal We’re the kings of the Round of 16, it’s our fate But by 2050, man, we’re gonna be great! It’s called soccer! (USA!) It’s called soccer! (USA!) [Verse 2] Our strikers are legends... according to the hype Till we meet a mid-tier nation and we lose the prototype Wait for the whistle—is it time for a break? I need a Chevy commercial and a bloomin’ onion steak Tailgating the Mundial in a sea of concrete grey Who cares who wins? We’re just happy to play! [Bridge] We don't have a history, we don't have a chant Except “I believe that we will... probably can't” But our halftime show has a bald eagle in a jet It's the most expensive nil-nil draw you’re ever gonna get! [Outro] See you in the parking lot! USA! USA! (Wait, do we get a timeout? No?) It's called soccer! (USA!)