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No proper football nation sends their team to a World Cup without a song. So, we were uber-relieved to receive thousands of entries to our “Search for a Song for the USMNT for Brazil 2014” contest.  Who knew love of soccer and a fondness for Broadway show tunes overlap so perfectly?  

Our panel of esteemed judges were able to whittle down the finalists to these five. Your vote will decide the rest.  The winner will be played live on stage at our 

May 30th

 show…  

Vote wisely, vote often… 

Vote here.

Bryan Platz

To the tune of “Country Roads” by John Denver

“Here we go”

Almost Heaven, Our great country

Rocky Mountains

Mississippi River

The Grand Canyon

And Yosemite

Only one things missing

FIFA World Cup Trophy

Here we go, Bring it home

To the place, it belongs

Land of the free, home of the brave

Here we go, Bring it home

Future memories of the group stage

Beating Ghana, Portugal dismantled

Then the Germans, what a big surprise

Only need four more wins

Tears come to my eyes

Here we go, Bring it home

To the place, it belongs

Land of the free, home of the brave

Here we go, Bring it home

Opponent goals, in my nightmares, they haunt me

The media reminds me that this won’t be our year

But walking down the street I get the feeling that we all believe in USA, The USA!

Here we go, Bring it home

To the place, it belongs

Land of the Free, home of the brave

Here we go, Bring it home

Here we go, Bring it home

Here we go, Bring it home

Matthew Grant

To the tune of “Royals” by Lorde

“World Class”

We’ve never seen a World Cup in the flesh

We cut our teeth in CONCACAF – not that easy

But we marched right through the hex

And it’s our time now, no World Cup envy

But everybody’s like you’ve got Ghana, Germany, Ronaldo

Spain, France, Belgium, Uruguay, Mexico

We don’t care, we won the World Cup in our dreams

But everybody’s like Messi, Di Maria, Sergio Aguero

Xavi, Silva, Iniesta, Pedro

Listen son, we got Beckerman

You say we’ll never be world class (world class)

It’s not in our blood

We know Sepp Blatter hates on us

But we just don’t give a f–k

We’re winning the World Cup! (World Cup)

You can call us “daddy”

Cuz baby, we’ll win, we’ll win, we’ll win, we’ll win

Livin’ out Rog’s fantasy

Not gonna lie, it’s getting old

Hearing the U.S. is the fat chick at the party

And everyone’s back playing in an MLS

Making F you money

And every writer’s like Neymar, Oscar, Fred and Dani Alves

Hulk, Marcelo, Thiago and Ramires

We don’t care, we won the World Cup in our dreams

And you know we got Klinsmann, Dempsey, Diskerud, St. Landon

Gomez, Brek Shea, Altidore and Cameron

They'll all be there, the rest are running scared

You say we’ll never be world class (world class)

It don’t run in our blood

But you should bet on us

Maybe win some bucks

Cuz we’re winning the World Cup (World Cup)

Outlaws goin crazy!

We finally won, we won, we won, we won, we won!

And this aint no fantasy

Oooh ooohhh

We won in Rog and Dave-O’s dreams

Von Trapps are gonna make a scene

Oooh ooohhh

Come on down and meet us there

Michael Bradley’s got no hair

We’ll show you we’re world class

It does run in our blood

You will see what’s up

When Clintu lifts the cup

We’re gonna be world champs

It’ll be a-maze-ing

And so cool, so cool, so cool, so cool

All our fans are gonna sing

Craig Copeland

To the tune of “Favorite Things” from the Sound of Music

Meola and Keller and Howard goal-keeping;

Doce a cero and the Mexicans weeping;

November in Denver, Columbus in spring:

These are a few of our favorite things

Arena & Jurgen and Bradley and Bora;

The Port-of-Spain goal sent in by Caligiuri;

“Sprechen sie deutsch” and you’ll make the first string:

These are a few of our favorite things

Donovan’s stoppage time strike brought salvation;

Joe Gaetjen’s goal (though he really was Haitian);

We might not win World Cups but we sure can sing,

“These are a few of our favorite things”

When Torsten Fring handles

When there’s a FIFA scandal

When we play Ghana

We simply remember our favorite things

And then it’s like nir….va na

Matt Anderson

To the tune of “Wagon Wheel” by Old Crow Medicine Show

“Win it Boys!”

Headed down south to the land of the samba

Winnin’ our way to the Maracana

Starin’ at the shot

And prayin’ Timmy saves it.

We made it out the group despite what they said

Scorin’ goals off the feet and the head

And I’m a hopin that the draw

Gives us Algeria

[Chorus:]

So win it boys with a Clint back heel

Win it boys anyway you feel

Hey we’re gonna win it

Win it boys in the heat and the rain

Win it boys like Beckerman’s mane

Hey we’re gonna win it

Runnin’ in on goal after beating his man

Jozy scores the ball just like he planned

Zusi plays the ball in

Landy scores it now

Oh, the Jurgen trains winners to keep a gettin’ the ball

Cameron and Bradley play so hard they won’t let us fall

But we ain’t a givin up

Ain’t concedin’ goals no more

[Chorus]

Walkin’ up steps get that winners medal

Caught a death glare out of Sepp

He’s such an awful fella

But we’re just the best

We’re from the USA

So we gonna pop that bubbly after we won

I hear vict’ry callin’ our name

And I know that we’re the only one

And we will win the whole thing

We’ll lift that damn trophy

[Chorus]

Peter Backof

To the tune of “Born in the USA” by Bruce Springsteen

“Born on a US Base”

Born down near a deutsche land town

The first kick I took was on the foosball ground

Never eating hot dogs or that apple pie

It was weisswurst and strudel that got me by

Born on a US base

I was born on a US base

I was born on a US base

Born on a US base

Got signed to a hometown team

So they put a jersey in my hand

Beckenbauer was in my dreams

Instead of Kyle Beckerman

Born on a US base

I was born on a US base

I was born on a US base

I was born on a US base

Born on a US base

Tried out for die mannschaft team

Coaching man says “son if it was up to me”

Went down to see coach Klinsmann

He said “son, don’t you understand now”

He said “we’re your brothers in LA”

“You’ll get every chance to play”

I stayed there I’m USA

Now I’m cherunning down the left hand side

Getting crosses in to Jozy’s head now

Down south in the humid Amazon

We’ll prove every single doubter wrong

It’s the US coming down the road

Germany’s ahead ain’t got nowhere to go

Born on a US base

I was born on a US base

Born on a US base

One more soldier daddy on a US base

Born on a US base

Born on a US base

Born on a US base

One more soldier daddy on a US base

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