Post by Max on Aug 18, 2009 20:48:03 GMT -5
“WE ARE” shouts the entire student section of Beaver Stadium
“PENN STATE” the whole state of Pennsylvania seems to roar back
“WE ARE” the student section thunders, daring the alumni to respond
“PENN STATE” the graduates reply with gusto, for they’re called upon
This year, in Big Ten country, the Lion rightfully reigns as king
The master of his realm, in control of his destiny and everything
Its fangs dripping with vengeance, with a title ready to defend
The opposition will be torn to pieces, pinned in the Lion’s den
Coach Paterno is the general and commander of all of Nittany Nation
His soldiers are capable of dismantling any enemy they are facing
So bring your biggest, and strongest, and smartest, and fastest
Because we’re still bigger, and stronger, and smarter, and faster
Nothing you can try could prepare you for the awaiting madness
In Pennsylvania you’re the sheep, and the Lion is your master
Over the loudspeaker, the Lion is roaring loud
And the ground quakes to the rhythm of the uncontainable crowd
Hair and bodies painted thick in white and blue
Like a 108,000 person tidal wave that hungers to consume you
The Lion in autumn knows no fear
For he’s the boss, el jefe, the region’s overseer
The high and mighty challenge us on our gridiron’s dirt
Only to be proven weak and brought back down to Earth
Strength in numbers, camaraderie, bond and spirit
I pledge my allegiance to the Lion in autumn
You certainly have reason to fear it
…Is it football season yet?
“PENN STATE” the whole state of Pennsylvania seems to roar back
“WE ARE” the student section thunders, daring the alumni to respond
“PENN STATE” the graduates reply with gusto, for they’re called upon
This year, in Big Ten country, the Lion rightfully reigns as king
The master of his realm, in control of his destiny and everything
Its fangs dripping with vengeance, with a title ready to defend
The opposition will be torn to pieces, pinned in the Lion’s den
Coach Paterno is the general and commander of all of Nittany Nation
His soldiers are capable of dismantling any enemy they are facing
So bring your biggest, and strongest, and smartest, and fastest
Because we’re still bigger, and stronger, and smarter, and faster
Nothing you can try could prepare you for the awaiting madness
In Pennsylvania you’re the sheep, and the Lion is your master
Over the loudspeaker, the Lion is roaring loud
And the ground quakes to the rhythm of the uncontainable crowd
Hair and bodies painted thick in white and blue
Like a 108,000 person tidal wave that hungers to consume you
The Lion in autumn knows no fear
For he’s the boss, el jefe, the region’s overseer
The high and mighty challenge us on our gridiron’s dirt
Only to be proven weak and brought back down to Earth
Strength in numbers, camaraderie, bond and spirit
I pledge my allegiance to the Lion in autumn
You certainly have reason to fear it
…Is it football season yet?
