From the sands of the Middle East to the fields of Texas,

Nations are drilling, they’re chasing that oil treasure,

From Russia’s vast plains to the Gulf Coast dreams,

Black gold flowing through the heart of every regime.

The rigs rise high, the drills go deep,

Beneath the earth, where secrets sleep.

Every barrel counts, every drop’s a fight,

Some countries shine, others just might!

We’re ranked by the oil, that black, golden thrill,

Some rise to the top, some work for the mill.

In the game of power, there’s a fuel we trust,

The more you have, the more you must.

Saudi’s kings, they reign supreme,

With oil beneath their desert dreams.

The U.S. stands tall, the tech they bring,

Yet Russia's might is a roaring thing.

Venezuela too, has seen brighter days,

But still their reserves are a world to praise.

Iran and Iraq, they’ve got their claim,

Oil-rich lands, no two the same.

The rigs rise high, the drills go deep,

Beneath the earth, where secrets sleep.

Every barrel counts, every drop’s a fight,

Some countries shine, others just might!

We’re ranked by the oil, that black, golden thrill,

Some rise to the top, some work for the mill.

In the game of power, there’s a fuel we trust,

The more you have, the more you must.

From Nigeria’s shores to the Arctic ice,

Every drop of crude’s a brand-new price.

So here's to the nations who drill with pride,

Their futures ride on that black tide.

Oh Venezuela, you're really the king,

When it comes to oil, your competition’s thin.

Your communist ways don't change the score,

When it comes to oil, you're the one we adore!

Yeah, the oil game, it’s a world of its own…

But Venezuela, you’ve got the throne.

The black gold keeps flowing, no matter the news,

And that’s the truth that the world can’t lose.