Eagles Soar Over Terriers

Yeah, Boston is Maroon and Gold.

We own this city.

You guys play in an alleyway.

Spread the wings wide,

Eagle flying over Comm Ave Looking down at a school you don't

even have Just a single block,

where's your campus at?

While we fill up Conte Forum,

you're a alley cat Played the Beanpot game,

left your dreams in the dust Silver trophy in our hands,

while your legacy rusts (hahahaha)

We are the Eagles,

we fly up on high

You're just a Terrier,

listening to us cry No campus,

no trophy, no game on the ice We beat you once,

we don't have to play nice (yeah)

Check the scoreboard, baby,

we're the kings of the rink Every time you play the Heights,

you just start to shrink Barely got a single sheet of ice

to call your own While we build a legacy up on a

golden throne Can't handle the pressure when the spotlight's on By the

third period, all your fans are gone (see ya)

We are the Eagles,

we fly up on high

You're just a Terrier,

listening to us cry No campus,

no trophy, no game on the ice

We beat you once,

we don't have to play nice (woo)

Yeah,

keep walking down Commonwealth Avenue.

Back to your one-street school.

Beanpot champions, baby. We fly high,

you stay on the leash.