[intro – tight palm‑mute riff, sticks click] (HEY! HEY! HEY!) One-two-three-four! [verse 1] Barber holds the edge like a wall with teeth, Slaughter calls the snap with a grin underneath. Knijeah’s on the slide, Kam Waites bringin’ weight, DJ Lagway smirks, yeah the rush came late. Baugh cuts left, Jackson cuts right, Defense spins out in the Gainesville night. [guitar squeal] George swings fists, Rod pulls mean, Lovett and Westphal wreckin’ that scene. [hook – gang vocals shout] Block party in the swamp, let’s go! (HEY!) Orange and blue, we run this show! (HEY!) Barber and Slaughter never backin’ down, Block party rippin’ through this town! (WHOA‑OH!) [verse 2] Snap count hits like a kick‑drum blast, O‑line charge with a punk rock fast. Shoulder pads clash, sparks in the air, Crowd gets loud, don’t even care. Kearney dives in, Westphal swings, Lagway’s laughing while the scoreboard sings. Palm‑mute build, whole crowd roars, Every yard gained feels like encores. [bridge – guitars drop out to bass & kick] Oh—underneath these Friday lights, We’re bruised up kings, we own this fight… [drums roll in, guitars crash back] [hook – final, bigger gang shout] Block party in the swamp, let’s go! (HEY!) Orange and blue, we run this show! (HEY!) Harris and George, yeah they tear that ground, Block party rippin’ through this town! (WHOA‑OH!) Block party in the swamp tonight! (YEAH!) Block party in the swamp, let’s fight! (HEY!) [outro – fast riff & fading shouts] Na‑na‑na‑na, na‑na‑na‑na… Block party, swamp party… LET’S GO!
