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
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.
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.
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
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.
Too achieve the goal of the Superbowl
You cannot drop the ball.
Teams must completely sweep the playoff heap,
And never hit the wall.
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
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!.