Stomp, clap. Stomp-stomp, clap.
Stomp, clap. Stomp-stomp, clap.
The eagle’s born out of thunder
He flies through the night
Don’t you mess with his eggs now
Or you’ll see him fight
Yes, we have feathers
But the muscles of men
‘Cause we’re Birds of War, now
But we’re also men!
Birds of War!
It’s Always Sunny in Philadelphia, S05E07 “The Gang Wrestles for the Troops”
