America's Team

Star on the helmet, shine through the scrimmage,

Gridiron dreams, ain’t no limit to the image,

Turf eating cleats, chewing yards like spinach,

Flags waving proud, this the home field privilege.

Lone Star blazing, destiny’s child of the field,

Opponents see the line and their fate gets sealed,

Blue, white, silver—tradition that’s steeled,

America’s team, every wound gets healed.

America’s team, the pride, the scream,

Living the dream, shining supreme,

The lights beam, the fans redeem,

Cowboys forever, reign extreme.

Monday night lights, foes caught in the lasso,

Quarterback slinging, got the aim of Picasso,

Huddle whispers secrets, strategy like a fiasco,

Blitz hits harder than a Texas El Paso.

Sideline kings, we don’t fold, no panic,

Deep throws land like a missile mechanic,

Legacy so big, it’s borderline titanic,

Cowboys in the stars, universal organic.

End zone confessions, cheers so loud,

Stadium’s electric, charged-up crowd,

Championship rings in the clouds we vowed,

America’s team, heads forever bowed.