Ten seconds left and the game is on the line. The crowd waits with baited breath as to what the final play will be.

But what flutters in your brain is that song that just played during the replay on the jumbotron. Once your brain triggers the actual title, the final play is all but over and everyone is already piling out to the parking lot.

So, Campus Circle gives you, the avid sports fan, our essential picks to those hard-hitting, smooth-like-a-shot songs so that you'll remember their titles next time and not miss out on the final moments of that big game.


Sport song supremacy could not be discussed without mentioning the rock reign of Queen. The guitar licks punctured by guitarist Brian May are as epic as the fro that grows atop his head. Piece in the silent precision of bassist John Deacon and the always on-point drumming of Roger Taylor and it makes for a formidable backcourt of maximum wattage.

Nothing, however, could compete with the showman that was Freddie Mercury. With a voice that could literally fill two football fields, Mercury was a ball of lightning, leaving a blazing trail that many still cherish.

As shouts for the home team are mixed with the call to “kick your can all over the place,” a sole finger points in the air as you brag that you were “the champions of the world.” The season may “bite the dust,” but these songs will live forever.


It's been the ultimate conundrum that has plagued the minds of many a sports fan that attended any sports arena in 2000. Could it have been an assist by Steve Nash, a fastball by Roger Clemens or a touchdown pass by Peyton Manning? We may never truly know.

While it's been six years since with no possible theorems, does it really matter? As the steel drums fill any unequivocal space the arena will definitely be a jumpin'.

Lyrically, the song isn't so complex but you can look past that as you sing with mad enthusiasm, the familiar chorus. Rest assured no intoxicants are needed for genuine pleasure. The better question is, why would you waste $5?


Don't deny it. You, your friends, your brother and even your 90-year-old grandma did the Macarena. Los del Rio controlled the summer of 1996 with their one hit wonder.

Every baseball stadium in the nation fell into the grasp of the two men and their call to put your hands on your shoulders, head and hips with a final pelvic thrust to boot! The Macarena may be long gone now but for that span of time, it was fine to shake your hips in the aisles and eat peanuts even if you had to see your grandma do the exact same thing.


“Do you know where you are?” You might be in the bathroom, but as Slash's familiar chords come blaring out of the speakers it might be best to run back to your seat, grab a cold one and shout proudly that the visiting team is going to get a rude awakening in the jungle.

What better intimidation factor than 50,000 people stating as one cohesive unit that the opposing team will fall to their “sha-na-na-na knees, knees.” And yes its OK to ride the snake like good ol' Axl used to because everyone else will be doing the same.


Looks are deceiving. Chumbawamba, the popular English pop band from the late '90s whose song “Tubthumping” told everyone to piss the night away because of several shots in the belly (i.e. whiskey, vodka, lager or even cider) was actually a rock anarchist band that dealt with social themes in its music like homelessness.

If you happen to be in a popular sports bar and this tune jolts out of the jukebox the only bombs that will be blowing up are the J ä ger bombs thumping in your noggin. The political undertones lie in the chorus, a rallying cry perhaps, and just like how looks are deceiving, this is the perfect sports tune for the always-popular underdog.


There's nothing better than hitting giant slabs of beef in the morning to build a killer instinct. It did help spawn a series of films for Sly Stallone. Still, what made the Rocky movies the pinnacle of boxing films was the music.

The Bill Conti score was magnificent but one of the truly memorable though corny songs to come out of the '80s was Survivor's “Eye of the Tiger,” which was featured in Ro cky III . Even before the lyrics get you in a stranglehold you're already swept up by the knockout punch that is the opening guitar riff.

Results have proven success as the 1984 Detroit Tigers used the song during their championship run. Something tells me that last year's team should've followed the same formula.


Everyone can't be blessed with the ability to jump off the ground and slam it down with two hands. We'd be even lucky to just get off our bed without having some nagging pain in our backs.

The remedy to all of this is Technotronic's “Pump up the Jam,” a repetition of rim rattling beats of the highest order. Even if the song tells us to get our booty on the dance floor, in this case the arena floor, it would be a much safer bet to just groove down your aisle. Security is known to tackle fans once in awhile.


We've heard it on popular commercials promoting caffeine concoctions but the home for the classic “Rock and Roll” a.k.a. “The Hey Song” is at the ice rink or football stadium. NHL teams like the Colorado Avalanche and NFL teams like the Kansas City Chiefs have used the instrumental second part of the song to rile up their crowds.

And what a song! As the guitar riff leads a steady incline to a stream of “Hey, Hey, Hey,” the guitar riff vanishes as the slow burn of “Hey” keeps the song afloat. The chants keep building until the crescendo hits and it's a full on “Hey” extravaganza.


The game is all but over and your team has laid the proverbial beat down on the opposing team. You turn to your best friend who in turn gives a devilish look right back at you. The silent countdown is set and once it's over, you two – the only two amongst the crowd of 50,000 begin to sing “Na Na Na Na Na Na Na Na, Hey Hey Hey Goodbye.”

Once you try to repeat the call, the next four rows begin to join in. Four becomes 10 and by the time you've sung it a good five times, the entire arena has been engulfed by the tune. The song is as simple as learning how to dribble, but it's as timeless as a game winning shot.


Sure the Isley Brothers may have written it, but the version of “Shout” that we've all grown to love comes straight out the piercing vocals of Otis Day and the Knights. Grab your toga and kick up those heels because once the sheer energy of the chorus begins to circulate throughout your body there's no turning back.

By the time the breakdown occurs and your friend asks you why your lying down on the aisle floor, it'll soon become apparent to him that once the chorus hits again, the song becomes a freefall of sheer insanity that he wished he would've joined in.