Are you ready for some football
Yo, thirty-two teams on the Gridiron Thirty-Two
From the coast to the core, we bleed blue, gold, and white
Touchdown fever, that's the only view
Week after week, under the bright stadium light
The kick-off is live, better lace up the cleats
We start in the East where the Bills bring the snow and the heats
Dolphins in Miami, gotta swim for the end zone
Patriots still grinding, while the Jets hope they've grown
The AFC North is a battle, it's a cold, hard affair
Steelers in the trenches, the Browns show they care
Ravens fly high, better duck when they attack
The Bengals are striped up, with a future on their back
South division rumble, watch the Jags make a surge
Titans stand strong, ignoring the verge
Colts got their talent, putting numbers on the score
Texans down in Houston, always wanting some more
West Coast firepower, the Chiefs are the dynasty key
Chargers flash electric, putting on a spree
Raiders got the silver and black, runnin' with the ghost
The Broncos out in Denver, defendin' the post
Yo, thirty-two teams on the Gridiron Thirty-Two
From the coast to the core, we bleed blue, gold, and white
Touchdown fever, that's the only view
Week after week, under the bright stadium light
Now we flip the field, NFC bringing the heat
The East is an animal, a clash of elite
The Eagles fly aggressive, looking down from the sky
Cowboys got the star, a legend that won't die
Commanders in D.C, fightin' hard for the turf
And the Giants in New York, proving what they are worth
North division struggle, the weather is cold and harsh
The Packers at Lambeau, enduring the marsh
Lions in the Motor City, finally roaring loud
Vikings in the purple, standing out from the crowd
The Bears from Chicago, with the legacy defense
Every tackle a rumble, they make no pretense
Down to the South, where the humidity clings
The Buccaneers pirate, and the cannonball sings
The Saints march on, with the Fleur-de-Lis might
The Falcons on the rise, taking flight in the light
And the Panthers prowl fierce, down in Carolina
They ain't backing down for a second, not a signer
Yo, thirty-two teams on the Gridiron Thirty-Two
From the coast to the core, we bleed blue, gold, and white
Touchdown fever, that's the only view
Week after week, under the bright stadium light
The West is the best, where the speed is extreme
The 49ers gold rush, living the Super Bowl dream
The Rams outta L.A, with the Hollywood flash
They came for the title, they came for the cash
The Seahawks from Seattle, got the 12th man roar
And the Cardinals fly dusty, ready to explore
Thirty-two teams mentioned, yeah, the flow is complete
From the sideline to the goal line, there's no defeat
This ain't just a sport, man, it's a way of the life
Breaking tackles, makin' calls, avoiding the strife
We watch every Sunday, we watch every night
For the rings and the glory, the ultimate light
So crank up the volume, put your hands to the sky
'Cause the Gridiron Thirty-Two is the reason why!
From September to February, we never will stop
When the whistle blows final, we're still on the top.