Intro — spoken
Three losses? Twenty-five names on the injury report?
Yeah, that’s not ideal.
But it’s Sunday in South Philly—
So somebody hold my pretzel.
Philadelphia · Game day 2026
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Bird Up
A folk-rock rally cry for a bruised-up roster, a loud home crowd, and the city that never waits quietly.
Hear the anthemCarolinaatPhiladelphiaThe Linc · 1 PM
Four quarters. One city.
Bruised up.
Still flying.
Philadelphia enters the afternoon at 2–3, carrying three straight losses and a roster held together by grit. Tanner McKee gets the call. DeVonta Smith is back. The defense is ready. And South Philly is not interested in excuses.
Original song · light rock / folk
Turn it up.
Open the gates.
Warm acoustic guitars, a driving snare, handclaps, and a gang-vocal chorus built for the walk from the tailgate to the stadium.
Open the full song on SunoNext Bird Up Vocal version · 2026
“Shake the Linc till the Liberty Bell rings.”
Today’s story
The setup
in four downs.
- 01Next man up
McKee takes the huddle while Hurts and Barkley recover.
- 02Fresh legs
Carolina arrives 2–2 and rested after the bye.
- 03Finish strong
The Birds need all four quarters after two painful late-game slips.
- 04Home noise
A win at the Linc puts Philadelphia right back at .500.
Sing it loud
The lyrics.
Player names, Philly nerves, one extremely reasonable request about kickoff coverage.
Verse one
We flew back home from London town,
One long kick had brought us down,
Two and three, but hear the sound—
The Linc is waking up.
Hurts needs time, Saquon too,
So Tanner McKee, this one’s for you,
Grab that huddle, see it through—
Next Bird, you’re stepping up.
Pre-chorus
Carolina’s rested, feeling fine,
Bryce Young’s throwing down the line,
But South Philly knows it’s rally time—
And patience ain’t our thing!
Chorus
Hey! Next Bird up, let the whole town sing,
Shake the Linc till the Liberty Bell rings,
Green on our backs and fire in our blood—
We’ve got grit, we’ve got jokes, we’ve got stadium mud.
Hey! Stand your ground, let the Panthers know:
You don’t stroll through Philly like a Sunday show.
From Broad Street down to the Delaware—
Next Bird up, and we’ll meet you there!
Verse two
DeVonta Smith is back outside,
Dameon Pierce, take us for a ride,
Let those big men clear it wide—
And keep that football rolling.
Jalen Carter, raise some doubt,
Zack Baun, go sort it out,
Cooper DeJean, take that route—
Quinyon, keep patrolling.
Pre-chorus
They’ve got McMillan, tall and fast,
And Bryce is slinging better than the past,
But sixty minutes is built to last—
So finish every quarter!
Chorus
Hey! Next Bird up, let the whole town sing,
Shake the Linc till the Liberty Bell rings,
Green on our backs and fire in our blood—
We’ve got grit, we’ve got jokes, we’ve got stadium mud.
Hey! Stand your ground, let the Panthers know:
You don’t stroll through Philly like a Sunday show.
From Broad Street down to the Delaware—
Next Bird up, and we’ll meet you there!
Bridge
No collapse in the second half,
No sad commute and no nervous laugh,
No field goal sailing from fifty-seven—
We’ve seen enough of that, dear heaven!
Jonathan Greenard, turn up the heat,
Jake Elliott, make it clean and sweet,
And if it comes down to one last play—
Somebody please tackle the return man today!
Crowd chant
Who’s got heart? Philadelphia!
Who gets loud? Philadelphia!
Who boos because we care too much?
Philadelphia!
Yeah… that tracks.
Final chorus
Hey! Next Bird up, let the whole town sing,
Shake the Linc till the Liberty Bell rings,
Green on our backs, now answer the call—
Bruised-up Birds still fly through it all.
Hey! Hold that line, let the Panthers know:
This is our house and it’s time to go!
Back to five hundred, raise one in the air—
Next Bird up, and we’ll meet you there!
Outro
Two and three don’t tell the tale,
Not while midnight green sets sail.
South Philly’s loud, the Birds won’t fail—
Next Bird up…
Now win the game!
From Broad Street down to the Delaware