They roll up in boots or heels, With sundresses that could stop the field, From Baton Rouge to ol’ Knoxville, They’re the heart of the South — and they know the deal. Gameday lipstick, fire in their eyes, Raise their drinks when the kick hits high, They don’t just cheer, they own the scene, Red-hot royalty in that SEC sheen! Here’s to the girls of the SEC — Wild and free like a Georgia breeze, Sweet like tea, but tough as hell, Ain’t afraid to raise a little rebel yell! From Tigerland to the Swamp and back, They wear pride like pearls, and they don’t hold back. Yeah, they’re bold, they’re loud, they run this league — Give it up for the girls of the SEC! They know the plays, they call the calls, Sing fight songs louder than the boys, y’all. With class and sass, they steal the show, Paintin’ Saturdays red from head to toe. From Oxford nights to Athens lights, They’re tailgate queens and barroom fights, They’ll break your heart and win the bet, And never once spill that game-day sweat. Yeah, the girls of the SEC — A little Faith Hill, a lotta whiskey, They dance in boots, but they march like bands, With school pride burnin’ in their hands. They turn up loud and never fade, God bless every Southern state they made. They're the soul, the fire, the legacy — Raise a glass to the girls of the SEC! They don’t need no crown to shine, Born with Southern stars in their spine. From Carolina to Tuscaloosa nights, They light up the South like stadium lights. One more time for the girls of the SEC — The queens of fall and the heartbeat beat, With hearts that bleed team colors deep, And a fearless love they’ll always keep! So here’s to the bold, the proud, the free — Long live the girls of the SEC! They tailgate, they dominate, they call the shots — SEC girls? Yeah, they’re hotter than the Dawgs!
