Knockout Bound (Told You)

[Verse 1] "Soccer's not your sport," they said it with a grin, now the Stars and Stripes are through — let the knockouts begin. Two-nil over Australia, Seattle on its feet, the hosts are dancing forward while the doubters take a seat. An own goal, then a header, Freeman with the dagger, the eagle's in the round of 32 — go on, let 'em stagger. [Hook] Knockout bound, told you — it's called SOCCER and we're here, hosts don't bow out early when the whole world's in the gear. Two to nothing, write it down, the eagle made the cut, "y'all don't get the game"? We get it — and we're moving up. Knockout bound, U-S-A, the party's on the lawn, laughed at the host all winter, now you're watching us go on. [Verse 2] Down under came up short, no worries, mate, sit tight, the boomerang came back but the scoreboard wasn't right. We don't need your history, we're busy writing ours, fifty years of "they'll learn it" — well tonight we touched the stars. Keep the offside jokes, we cashed 'em at the gate, the only thing that's foreign here's the team that came in late. [Bridge] Group stage? Handled. Knockouts? Loading up. The whole world's in our backyard and we're filling up the cup. Say it isn't soccer, say it slow and say it proud — then watch the host advance and hear the SoFi crowd. [Outro] Knockout bound. It's called soccer. And we're still here. U-S-A!