"Our Saints, Our City, Our Soul"
Out of the fire
And up from the flood
A great team is born
Made of guts, steel and blood
Their history a low one
No one can deny
Their new rise a slow one
But oh now so high
This team that I speak of
Is of black and gold
And travels the gridiron
So brave and so bold
Their symbol is royalty
We call Fleur de lis
And proud New Orleanians
Watch it with glee
Come Deuce and come Reggie
Come Drew and come Joe
Come Marques and Terrance
Now go beat the foe
The course is set plainly
There is clearly a goal
Go show all the world
A storm can't kill our soul
To the men in black jerseys
The tights and the cleats
Know that we love you
In wins and defeats
And to you, Sean Payton
The coach of our dreams
Thank you from all of us
Who give jumps, yells and screams
You have given us purpose
You have given us hope
You have given us will
And a reason to cope
To all of the Saints
Who reside in the Dome
Thanks for making our city
A proud place to call home
