

(Yeah, let's go!)
Black and gold running down the field
With a southern drive that'll never yield
Falcons flying low in the dome tonight
But we're taking off,
keeping shields up tight
Marching on, marching strong (Who dat,
who dat)
We've been waiting all week long
Who dat saying we can't fly high
We own the turf,
we own the sky
Saints marching in, victory is ours
Underneath the stadium lights and stars
(Let's go!)
Dirty birds groundbound in the dirt
Watch the scoreboard, yeah that's gotta hurt Another interception in the final
zone We're the kings sitting on the southern throne
Who dat saying we can't fly high
We own the turf,
we own the sky
Saints marching in, victory is ours
Underneath the stadium lights and stars
(Who dat!)
We marching on (Who dat,
who dat) Game over now,
the victory's won