No proper football nation sends their team to a…
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…
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
