Toss it up, back to the Madness
Just one try, no second chances
Every game counts, you can’t be careless
Just one team has a chance to survive

So many games, you might not realize
You’ve come so far so close to glory
Fight the hype, keep your eye on the prize
You must fight and scrap to stay alive

It’s the eye of the tiger, it’s the greatest of March
Raisin’ his Game to the level of his rivals
Getting back that thirst a long season has parched
And you never know where he’ll come from. He’s the tiger.

One-on-one, he’ll eat you alive
Just too good, just too hungry
Still he knows he needs his team just to thrive,
If he wants to move on and survive

It’s the eye of the tiger, it’s the greatest of March
Raisin’ his Game to the level of his rivals
Getting back that thirst a long season has parched
And you never know where he’ll come from. He’s the tiger.

Blowin’ up, destined for lore
Take the team, take the glory
On his back, leads them to the Final Four
Just a kid, but knows how to survive.

He has the eye of the tiger, he’s the greatest of March
Rose his Game to the level of his rivals
Got back that thirst a long season had parched
And now you know where he came frommmmmmmm. He’s still the tiger.

He is the tiger…

He is the tiger…

He is the tiger…

He is the tiger…

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