The Yeeter

(Verse 1) Out on the field, the Thunderbirds soar, Number 20's the one they all adore. Since '21, he's been making his name, Pete Zaccardi, redefining the game. He's unguardable, a force to behold, In the endzone, his story is told. They call him "The Yeeter," or "Pistol Pete," With every play, he's impossible to beat. (Chorus) Oh, Pistol Pete, you're the ultimate king, Flying through the air like you’ve got wings. Forty-two goals, the crowd’s on their feet, For Peter Zaccardi, the game’s elite. (Verse 2) With twenty-eight assists, he’s the setup guy, He threads the needle, lets the disc fly. And thirty-one blocks, defense so tight, Pete shuts it down like it's his birthright. Tom Brady? Nah, he’s got more flair, Michael Jordan? Pete’s beyond compare. A force of nature, unstoppable might, The ultimate player, pure dynamite. (Chorus) Oh, Pistol Pete, you're the ultimate king, Flying through the air like you’ve got wings. Forty-two goals, the crowd’s on their feet, For Peter Zaccardi, the game’s elite. (Bridge) When the disc is in the air, he’s already there, Lightning speed and a style so rare. Catching dreams and chasing glory, Pistol Pete writes the ultimate story. (Chorus) Oh, Pistol Pete, you're the ultimate king, Flying through the air like you’ve got wings. Forty-two goals, the crowd’s on their feet, For Peter Zaccardi, the game’s elite. (Outro) Pittsburgh Thunderbirds, they know his worth, Pete Zaccardi’s a legend on this Earth. Number 20, always leading the charge, In the world of ultimate, he looms so large. Oh, Pistol Pete, we’re singing your name, An ultimate frisbee icon in the Hall of Fame.