Who dat can beat dem Saints
To the superbowl- no they ain't
A ref missed a major call
Ram hit a Saint causing him to miss the ball
Did the fans of Black and Gold cry
No they had a parade and you wanna know why
Who Dat Nation would rather pass a good time
Have a parade, jazz, and do the second line
From St. Louis Cathedral steeple
Through the French Quarter, streets crowded with people
Like Drew Brees says, this won't keep us down, we'll come back bold
Who Dat Nation's spirit is strong, so as always, the good times rolled
Drew Brees threw with ease
For Who-Dats to please
But never encroach
Upon the head coach
In spite of their pleas
am not a stiff
its a gift
its inside
i love the ride
god my guild
to me its a brees
i do it with ease
to my life its a key
MUSIC IN ME
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