Big shout go up for the Midwest High;
Whatever your race you’re free to try.

Big up tonight for the West Coast Cruise,
Forget today, the beer, the blues.

The rock, the role, the girls, the gin,
“Hey, ragtop reds! Where have ya bin?”

The black, the white, the fear, the flight,
The jelly role, the weed alights.

From Fairview Peak to Delaware,
We’re free to dream, to hope, to dare.

From Buffalo to Sweetcorn Home,
For all our sins, we shall atone.

The night is long; the day is longer.
The USA is getting stronger.