The Billion Dollar Bottle

[Verse 1] Check the balance, check the hype, check the shiny brand, A billion quid spent to be the masters of the sand. You bought the legends, built the stage, thought the path was clear, But money can't buy courage when the pressure's drawing near. Tournament debutants show you how it’s done, While you're packing suitcases before the proper fun. [Chorus] Pocketed by islands, bottled by the vibes, The biggest ego trip the sporting world describes! A billion in the bank but you’re heading for the gate, Cabo Verde’s through while you accept your sorry fate! Smallest in history, making you look small, The most expensive failure to ever kick a ball! [Verse 2] Sixty-eight percent possession, passing side to side, With nowhere for your pampered stars to run and hide. Forty-five minutes in the second half of play, Zero shots on target—tell me, what’s the pay? A population smaller than a Riyadh neighborhood, Just proved your golden project isn't any good. [Bridge] No history, no heart, just a mountain of the cash, Watching tiny islands turn your vanity to trash. They’re in the knockouts, making records on your dime, The most pathetic exit of our modern time. From Mindelo with the rhythm, they danced across the grass, While you sat there static, showing zero class. [Outro] Go back to the desert, go back to the gold, The greatest story that the islands ever told. Six hundred thousand people made you look a mess, Billion-dollar losers, nothing more, nothing less!