Bow your heads you men of steel;
You’ve had your day in the sun.
Though well-endowed, you’ve met your match;
Your brave old warriors un-done.
Those Falcons’ feathers, talons clipped
And Eagles could not fly
Da Bears sent off to hibernate
On Soldiers Field they lie.
Even Vikings’ powers failed
Their ancient King laid low
When Favre-less Green and Gold prevailed
O’er field of icy snow.
Lift high your Buds and Miller Lights,
Leinenkugels by the pack.
Come out your taverns, small town folk;
Dance and sing your welcome—
The mighty Pack is back!