"Our Tahn"
Around hills valleys and peaks
Tunnels, bridges and one ways
You'll find the most livable city
Wouldn't you say?
With the Steelers, Penguins and Pirates
An Imp and an Iron to start the day
Terrible towles all the way
Polish Hill, Millvale
Oakmonnt and Penn Hills
These are the places
That we live
South Side, Oakland
North Shore and West End
These are the places we remember
These are the places we pretend
Vets Bridge, 28 and 279
Grant, Carson and the Parkway
WDVE stuck in traffic
Joe Grecshecky leads the way
Blue collar no
White collar no
We all bleed black and gold
4th and goal is all we know
7am at the job site
Dry wall, mortor brick in hand
Water, hard work, dirt and sand
Look around
it only takes five minuets
For all the bolts, nuts, screws and rivets
To understand that
Those who died
And worked in it, Braddock, Duquense
And the Hill District
They didn't strive for nothing
They forged iron, steel, glass and beer
They made their mark here
We are the greatest
The city that never stops
we drink, party and retire
Then make friends with the cops
I've been many places
And walked foreign streets
From Amsterdam to New York City
But for my money you can't beat
A trek throug The Strip
On a Sunday Afternoon
Primantis and Red Devil Sauce
Always gone to soon
We are a city, town and nation
Forged and molded in flame
Our people built the world
Can you guess our name?
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