Lyrics

Welcome to Buffalo, where the snowflakes fly,
But it’s the heart of New York, where champions rise.
We’re Bills Mafia, breaking tables with pride,
Labatt in our veins, with Buffalo on our side.

[Verse 1: Bold and gritty, commanding rhythm]

We’re the only team in New York, that’s a fact,
Jets playing in Jersey, and we hate them for that.
Josh Allen’s our leader, the true MVP,
He’s carving his name in NFL history.
Keon rocking zero, drafted 33,
Ready to step up and make history.
Kincaid’s on the rise, tight end supreme,
James Cook in the backfield, living the dream.

[Chorus: Anthemic, massive sound]

In Buffalo’s streets, where the passion runs deep,
We’re chasing the dream, no time to sleep.
Mahomes croaks like a frog, can’t sleep at night.
2024’s our year, Super Bowl’s our fate.
Forget the Pats, their glory days are gone,
Bills Mafia’s here, and we’re marching on.

[Verse 2: Intense, full of Buffalo pride]

From the shores of Erie to the stadium’s roar,
We stand united, stronger than before.
Tua’s been silenced, Dolphins feeling the pain,
Josh owns the East, it’s his domain.
Trent and Colin chugging beers, this anthem’s our cry,
We’ll blast it loud and proud under Buffalo’s sky.
From downtown bars to Orchard Park’s glow,
Bills Mafia is the heartbeat, where true fans grow.

[Bridge: Fierce, guitar solo leading into a heavy drop]

In the cold and the snow, we rise as one,
With Allen at the helm, the battle’s just begun.
Keon, Kincaid, Cook, and more,
Together we’ll march to the Lombardi door.
Von’s got the fire, the drive to attack,
Buffalo’s ready, there’s no turning back.
Bills Mafia, this anthem’s for you,
In red, white, and blue, we’ll see it through.

[Final Chorus: Full-throttle, all instruments and vocals]

In Buffalo’s streets, where the passion runs deep,
We’re chasing the dream, no time to sleep.
Jets can have Jersey, we own the state,
2024’s our year, Super Bowl’s our fate.
Forget the Pats, their glory days are gone,
Bills Mafia’s here, and we’re marching on.

[Outro: High-energy, powerful chant]

Trent and Colin, beers held high,
Bills Mafia strong, under the cold sky.
This anthem’s our ritual, a song for our souls,
In Buffalo, we’re chasing those Super Bowl goals.
Let’s Go Buffalo! Let’s Go Buffalo!
Let’s Go Buffalo! Let’s Go Buffalo!