Learn the American Marshals songs before the 2023 Ryder Cup!
Cats in the Cradle
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.
Chorus:
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
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 Small world
(With the Guardians of the cup)
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 Railroad
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.
Ms Lucy Had a Steamboat
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 barrel
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!
Seasons in the sun
(With the Guardians of the cup)
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)
Sounds of Silence
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
Take me home...Ryder Cup, To the place...I belong, USA...All the way, Take me home...Ryder Cup
USA Ryder Cup Rouser
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!
Way down in kokomo
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
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