We're warriors, there can be no doubt
Eagles who flew so high our feathers fell out
But we're not naked, we wear our pink armor with pride
They try to hold us back, but we never lose our stride
Though they may call us "eaglets," "smurfs," and "baby blues"
They're just jealous cause we run 'em out of their shoes
We're warriors, ask all of Tyndall III
When someone says "warrior" they picture the letter "E"
On TD-28, when they add up the warrior score
We'll have our pennant high as their jaws hit the floor
And we'll leave Tyndall III, as warriors proud and free