The Headset Champions

[Intro] (Sirens blaring) (Air-horn blast) Check the monitor! Check the screen! We know the script, we’ve seen the scene! [Verse 1] Egypt had you 2-0, the Pharaohs held the crown, Until the man in the booth had to shut 'em down. Ziko hits the net? NAH—chalk it off the board, Searching for a foul just to save the favored lord. Attia on Lisandro? That’s a phantom touch, When the champions are failing, they need a golden crutch. Salah gets flattened, it’s a stone-cold pen, Ref says "Normal contact," let’s see it again! Julian gets a pass, but the world saw the hit, The twelfth man in the headset is the MVP of it! [Chorus] CHECK THE SCREEN! (Check it!) The twelve man is here, With a headset and a whistle, whispering in your ear! V-A-R! The sky-blue shield, Winning the trophy off the actual field! V-A-R! Don't let the story end, When you're down by two, the monitor’s your friend! [Verse 2] Hossam Hassan knows, he filed the official claim, "Pressure on the whistle"—yeah, we know the game. Collina says "Independent," keep a straight face, While Egypt gets robbed in a global disgrace. Then Switzerland's turn, NBC warned the crowd, A ref with a "history" allowed to be loud. Three-one final, another whistle-blown gift, The "Champions" are back, give the narrative a lift. You don’t need a tactic, you don't need a plan, Just a friendly review and a man in a van! [Outro] Official complaint, but the trophy’s on the flight, Saved by the buzzer in the middle of the night. (Air-horn blast) V-A-R-gentina! (Fading sirens)