[Intro - Spoken] Three losses? Twenty-five names on the injury report? Yeah, that’s not ideal. But it’s Sunday in South Philly— So somebody hold my pretzel. [Verse 1] We flew back home from London town, One long kick had brought us down, Two and three, but hear the sound— The Linc is waking up. Hurts needs time, Saquon too, So Tanner McKee, this one’s for you, Grab that huddle, see it through— Next Bird, you’re stepping up. [Pre-Chorus] Carolina’s rested, feeling fine, Bryce Young’s throwing down the line, But South Philly knows it’s rally time— And patience ain’t our thing! [Chorus] Hey! Next Bird up, let the whole town sing, Shake the Linc till the Liberty Bell rings, Green on our backs and fire in our blood— We’ve got grit, we’ve got jokes, we’ve got stadium mud. Hey! Stand your ground, let the Panthers know: You don’t stroll through Philly like a Sunday show. From Broad Street down to the Delaware— Next Bird up, and we’ll meet you there! [Verse 2] DeVonta Smith is back outside, Dameon Pierce, take us for a ride, Let those big men clear it wide— And keep that football rolling. Jalen Carter, raise some doubt, Zack Baun, go sort it out, Cooper DeJean, take that route— Quinyon, keep patrolling. [Pre-Chorus] They’ve got McMillan, tall and fast, And Bryce is slinging better than the past, But sixty minutes is built to last— So finish every quarter! [Chorus] Hey! Next Bird up, let the whole town sing, Shake the Linc till the Liberty Bell rings, Green on our backs and fire in our blood— We’ve got grit, we’ve got jokes, we’ve got stadium mud. Hey! Stand your ground, let the Panthers know: You don’t stroll through Philly like a Sunday show. From Broad Street down to the Delaware— Next Bird up, and we’ll meet you there! [Bridge] No collapse in the second half, No sad commute and no nervous laugh, No field goal sailing from fifty-seven— We’ve seen enough of that, dear heaven! Jonathan Greenard, turn up the heat, Jake Elliott, make it clean and sweet, And if it comes down to one last play— Somebody please tackle the return man today! [Breakdown - Crowd Chant] Who’s got heart? Philadelphia! Who gets loud? Philadelphia! Who boos because we care too much? Philadelphia! Yeah… that tracks. [Final Chorus] Hey! Next Bird up, let the whole town sing, Shake the Linc till the Liberty Bell rings, Green on our backs, now answer the call— Bruised-up Birds still fly through it all. Hey! Hold that line, let the Panthers know: This is our house and it’s time to go! Back to five hundred, raise one in the air— Next Bird up, and we’ll meet you there! [Outro] Two and three don’t tell the tale, Not while midnight green sets sail. South Philly’s loud, the Birds won’t fail— Next Bird up… Now win the game!