Bye U.S.A. Burnout

{upbeat brass section

fanfares, bouncy walking bassline,

retro handclapping, 126 BPM,

key of G major}

Young team, there’s no need to feel proud,

I said young team,

you just got shut right down.

I said young team,

lost four goals to one,

Belgium showed you how it’s done.

Young squad, better pack up and go,

I said young squad,

your World Cup dreams are blown.

You can cry now,

but the whole world can see,

Time to wave goodbye to thee.

It’s fun to say BYE

U.S.A.

It’s fun to say BYE

U.S.A.

They had everything

for the boys to enjoy,

But they choked hard with all the boys!

B-Y-E

U.S.A.

B-Y-E

U.S.A. You can hang your heads,

all the boys… BYE U.S.A.

Young team,

you were supposed to be great,

I said young team,

but you folded under weight.

I said young team,

defense was paper thin,

Belgium scored four and you let ’em in.

Young squad, back to the drawing board,

I said young squad,

your fans are getting bored.

You can stay home,

and I’m sure you will find,

Lots of time to rethink that grind.

It’s fun to say BYE

U.S.A.

It’s fun to say BYE

U.S.A.

They had everything for the boys to enjoy,

But they choked hard with all the boys!

B-Y-E

U.S.A. B-Y-E

U.S.A. You can hang your heads,

all the boys… BYE U.S.A.

YOUNG TEAM! There’s no need to feel down… YOUNG TEAM!

Better book your flight right now… YOUNG TEAM!

‘Cause the tournament’s over now… BYE U.S.A.!

{drum build, rising sirens}

It’s fun to say BYE

U.S.A.! It’s fun to say BYE

U.S.A.! Better luck in four years,

boys… BYE U.S.A.!

(BYE U.S.A.)

(hahaha) {clashing cymbals, grand retro finale,

fade out with

laughter}