The Vikes

When the wind blows cold on the Minnesota Roads

And the sun sparkles on the ICE,

There’s a hearty breed with a Nordic creed

Who live and die for their Vikes

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They have a Dome that they call home

And defend with all their might.

With the rabid noise for their Purple boys

The fans support the fight.

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It’s an awesome thing when the decibels ring

As the cheers and jeers get loud

The foundations shake, as opponents quake,

From the vibrations of the crowd.

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As the season churns, with it’s twists and turns

The WINS and Titles grow

But each fan learns, whether Grant, or Burns,

Van Brocklin, or Green, to know

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That a first-rate Team, and a coaches dream

Isn’t all it takes to win!

But a burning desire and competitive fire

In every Game your in.

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Too achieve the goal of the Superbowl

You cannot drop the ball.

Teams must completely sweep the playoff heap,

And never hit the wall.

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From ‘61, til this season’s done

It never seems to change.

Opponents stop our run, we don’t get it done,

Or we’re out of field goal range 

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Just when we near the top, we stop, or drop,

And begin the fits and starts.

For the Purple reign, causes Purple pain.

Will they always break our hearts!.

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