The sun came up just the other day.
There's plans being made for a game to be played.
They say the Ryder Cup is an ocean away.
American Marshals are on our way.
And they were workin' and playin', and raisin' the flag.
They're gonna bring that trophy home, boys.
You know they're gonna bring it home.

And Zach's with a caddie and their Silver Tools;
Scheffler, Clark, Harman and the rest of the dudes.
And when they come home with the Cup in hand,
We're gonna have a good time then, boys.
You know we'll have a good time then.

God bless America, land that I love
Stand beside her and guide her through the night with the light from above
From the mountains, to the prairies,
to the oceans, white with foam -
God bless America, my home sweet home

It's a world of laughter, a world of cheer
It's a world of pasta, red wine and beer
We enjoy and we share, Ryder Cup we all care
It's Italia after all
It's Italia after all (3x)
It's the Ryder Cup

I've been working on the Ryder, all the live-long day
I've been working on the Roster, just to pass the time away.
Can't you hear our Captain shouting, Boys let's come to play!
Can't you hear the fans a-shouting, Let's go U.S.A!
U.S-A, U.S-A, let's go U.S-AAA...U.S-A, U.S-A, let's go U.S.A.

The Ryder Cup's a golf game, they play it very well
The Marshals go to heaven and the Guardians go to...
HELLO Europeans, we ask you not to whine
Cause if you do our Captain, will kick your fat...
BEHIND the 14th teebox, there is a pretty lass
And if you try and get with her we'll kick your big fat...
ASK me no more questions, tell me no more lies
The Euros are in the forest, pulling down their
FLIES are in the garbage, bees are in their nest
American Marshals wish you well because you are the best!

Roll out the trophy, one that the U.S. will win
Roll out the trophy, we'll bring the Cup home again
Here's to our Captain Johnson, he should be buying our beer
Now's the time to roll out the trophy,
'Cause the Marshals are here!

We love Italy, we love Rome
We love the fans at Marco Simone
To Italians everywhere
We thank you with this cheer!
Andiamo! (CLAP-CLAP)
Andiamo! (CLAP-CLAP)
Andiamo! (CLAP-CLAP)

Hello, Ryder Cup my friend, we've come to win you once again.
When Captain Johnson picked his chosen team
These guys are ready to re-live the dream
And the crowds will roar when the U.S. wins the fight; with all our might.
Within the Sounds of Rome.
Then I heard an awful scream...Captain Donald had a dream.
People swinging without thinking...People tripping without drinking.
People going off when a Euro goes in a trap...HOLY CRAP.
Echoes in the sounds of Rome.

Take me home...Ryder Cup,
To the place...I belong,
USA...All the way,
Take me home...Ryder Cup

Go U.S. Let's win the cup
Go U.S. Let's rough 'em up
Go get a Birdie, Then get an Eagle
Rock 'em, sock 'em fight, fight,
fight, fight
Go U.S. run up the score
(cuz) we're gonna yell for more...
U.S. U.S. U.S.A. Go U.S.AAAAAA!

Stomboli, Peroni, wanna get to know me?
Ferrari, Ducati, c'mon boys let's party!
Now cheering, now laughter
Here we are again and we clearly see,
Captain Johnson and his U.S. Team
That's where we wanna be...
Right here in Italy