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Pulisic:
(To the tune of "Livin' on a Prayer" by Bon Jovi)
Whoa-oh! Pulisic on the wing,
Take us to glory, make the rafters ring.
He dribbles past defenders, oh so sublime,
In the red, white and blue, he'll shine.
(Chorus) Ohh, Christian Pulisic, we believe,
Score a goal, make the opposition grieve.
From the San Siro to Wembley,
You're the pride of the US, our MVP.
He's got the skill, he's got the pace,
Every opponent, he'll outpace.
From the USA to London town,
He wears the crest, he wears the crown.
Reyna:
(To the tune of "Hey Jude" by The Beatles)
Hey Gio, don't be afraid,
You were made to go out and play.
Remember to pass and take your shot,
You're the one who'll make our hearts hot.
(Chorus)
Nah-nah-nah, nah-nah-nah-nah
, Hey Gio, we believe in your star.
Nah-nah-nah, nah-nah-nah-nah,
Hey Gio, you'll take us far.
In the midfield, you weave your spell,
With every touch, you do so well.
Through the defense, you glide with grace,
Gio Reyna, you own that space.
(Chorus)
Nah-nah-nah, nah-nah-nah-nah,
Hey Gio, we believe in your star.
Nah-nah-nah, nah-nah-nah-nah,
Hey Gio, you'll take us far.
From Dortmund to the national team,
You're every fan's hopeful dream.
With skill and flair, you light the pitch,
Gio Reyna, you make us twitch.
Dest:
(To the tune of "Sweet Caroline" by Neil Diamond)
Sergino, oh-oh-oh,
Our right-back, watch him go.
Dribbling down the wing so fast,
Defenders can't catch, can't surpass.
(Chorus)
Sergino, oh-oh-oh,
Scoring goals, putting on a show.
Good times never seemed so bright,
Dest, you're our shining light.
Crossing with precision, oh what a sight,
Opponents beware, he'll take flight.
From Ajax to the stars, he'll rise,
Sergino Dest, our football prize