Oh say can you see by the dawn’s early light, what so proudly does hail after last night’s storming?

Whose blue stripes and orange stars – through the perilous fight – O’er the
twisters we watched were so gallantly spinning?

And the sirens’ loud blare, the trash cans ripping through air, gave proof through the night that our flag was still there.

Oh say does that weathered garden flag still wave O’er the land of the 3-seed and the home of the Thunder?

Yes. Yes it does! THUNDER UP!