Friday Nights

No one really knows each other
But when we gather round
We're a roaring crowd
A growling beast
Prowling all around.
With clapping hands
In ice cold wind
In frozen bleachers in the sky,
We raise our hands and raise our voice
Until our throats are dry.
Together we all join in
Even if we're strangers.
But here and now, as we cheer aloud
We're a family ready to fight until
The Victory.
So clap your hands
And stand up tall
And cheer away tonight.
The past four years of Friday nights
Have been something special.
But tonight the last
By far has passed
Them all and stands the greatest.