Gridiron Showdown

(yeah) Marching down the field with the gold and black

Left them cowboys frozen on the track

Star on the helmet but they can't hit back

Big easy power making windows crack (woah)

They were talking loud in the Texas heat

Now they walking slow down a quiet street (hahaha)

When the saints go marching in to take the crown Those blue

star boys are looking down and out Yeah they mad,

they crying on the bus ride home

We took the win and built a golden throne

(oh yeah!)

Check the scoreboard, baby,

look at the score

Texas-sized tears hitting on the floor They threw the flags,

they tried to stop the run But the dome is shaking and

the damage is done (bye bye)

No silver stars

shining tonight

Just black and gold in the morning light

Yeah they mad

(so mad!)