INTRO This is a song about one of the greatest, most unlikely sports runs we’ve ever seen The Philadelphia Eagles and a man named Nick Foles CHORUS Who you call when they count you out with little hope? When your back against the wall and you been broke? Who you call in the clutch when it get close? ...Nick Foles VERSE 1 Born and raised in Austin, sports I’m playing often Flossin, Nick and I’m pigskin tossin Michigan State but transfer to Arizona PAC 10 reppin ‘11, get my diploma Drafted by the Birds in 2012 the money swell But I’m more about the passion When Vick went down I was passin Touchdown to Maclin Beat the Buccaneers in my first ever dub, cheers Next year I was back-and-forth with Vick ‘til the day I threw 7 TDs with zero picks Clinched, playoff berth lost to Brees, what Pro-Bowl MVP won GMC Truck Shucks, I break my collarbone next And it was off to St Louie then Kansas City I’m losing Got my jersey should I hang it on the shelf give up? Nah, I’m heading back to Philadelphia CHORUS Who you call when they count you out with little hope? When your back against the wall and you been broke? Who you call in the clutch when it get close? ...Nick Foles VERSE 2 Alshon signed in the offseason too Pre season promising, Wentz season 2 Off to an epic start eleven and two Next came a crushing injury outta the blue Playin well Wentz tore his ACL When he fell how they gonna break the super bowl spell? Sceptics dwell and they doubt, I enter and I shout Beat Big Blue hittin Jeffrey on his route Number 1 seed yet a back up QB and some Injuries get you no love up in the NFC I stay poised and elite Game ‘gainst Atlanta yeah we man up, Julio incomplete Minnesota next Reindeer scoring quick So I toss 3 TDs flee flicker to Torrey Smith And we ain’t done bombin ‘em yet, Celebrate 38 to 7 Super Bowl next, yes CHORUS Who you call when they count you out with little hope? When your back against the wall and you been broke? Who you call in the clutch when it get close? ...Nick Foles VERSE 3 Biggest day of my life, I used to stay up all night and dream of this, now it’s here got a feeling it’s Gonna take the whole city to make this for real This ain’t just another team and it’s Brady and Bill Rock a dog mask, man it’s been a long path Trade two FGs, please, needin a long pass Bomb to Alshon, yeah you know the route long Play E-A-G-L-E-S our song Trick play to Brady was never meant to be Blount rushing TD now it’s 15 to 3 I throw a pick and of course we pay for it James White, took it right up the middle for a Rushing 6 I get it to Clement...and he’s off to the races We at the goal line..and you know that we facin 4th down Philly Special special like a Philly Pretzel Let’s assemble yes we’ll do it Burton toss successful Al and Chris go wild...Philly Philly got style points Up 10 yes but only mid point Tradin TDs, Gronk and Clement and Hogan All we got all we need...ain’t forgetting the slogan 4th and 1 own 45 yard line Go for it, see Ertz cuttin and so I throw it quick Graham forces fumble hail mary and a rumble, ooh Eagles fans everywhere….this is for you CHORUS Who you call when they count you out with little hope? When your back against the wall and you been broke? Who you call in the clutch when it get close? ...Nick Foles Who you call when they count you out with little hope? When your back against the wall and you been broke? Who you call in the clutch when it get close? ...Nick Foles

Chorus: Who you call when they count you out with little hope? When your back against the wall and you been broke? Who you call in the clutch when it get close? ...Nick Foles It’s reminiscent of the best of days, Cause it feels like the bowl was only yesterday, Only last week it was Philly Special on repeat Now last week I was on the questionable sheet Contusion in my ribs, I’m cruising for the win It’s happening again, I’m back in for my friend Back in for the blue collar bleeding for the trophy Now we need the playoffs now like my people need a hoagie, Became a folk hero….passion redeployed, A shrine inside the locker room, statue for ya boy, I’m back in with the noise, attacking with the poise It was dejavu, reinstate my crew, whoo! Tossed to the ground I was roughed and destroyed, But O line opened it up for the boys One quarter prior to a shot to the belly Huge throw to Alshon, bomb down to Nelly Back up on my feet, the Texans we defeat, But then we needed help from Chicago N-F-C Wildcard like I’m Charlie Kelly flippin out, The Bears got us in now they wanna kick us out Shout….this is for the broad street pedestrians Could this be my final days as Philadelphian? No deal, headin to Soldier Field to throw for real Led by Doug Fresh, gotta get the dub, yes Chorus Who you call when they count you out with little hope? When your back against the wall and you been broke? Who you call in the clutch when it get close? ...Nick Foles

Who you call when they count you out with little hope? When your back against the wall and you been broke? Who you call in the clutch when it get close? ...Nick Foles I bring you back five winters ago, When I led the whole team through the blizzard and snow, and we lept in the Link with the mission in tact, but we left lotta time let it slip through the cracks, Only this is the past, yeah the road it was rough, but the tides they have turned, Darren Sproles in with us, and you’ve woken us up, sleeping dragon leavin wreckage And yeah I’m well aware, we got smacked in week 11 Stepped into Chi Town…picked twice ‘gainst a live crowd Started so slow still I drive down TD to the man DG With the season on the line go to GTIII Inches away from the extra points Then they drove and dropped us the double doink Yeah the club on point, with the great assist Used to call me basic, now ya call me Saint Nick Deep drive I direct the pass I’m a man with a chance to correct the past, yeah we rep and blast, P-A, Del, and Jersey Ten thousand hours multiplied by the number on my jersey Worthy, beLieve in Nicky 6 I know we’re number one yet we’re seeded at a six Flip, that number upside down and you Got the MVP piece a the crown Saints, all they gonna say “WHO DAT,” I’m sayin who dat who dat who who dat dat dat, yo in fact, delete any doubt in ya head, this is Nick, Zack, and Malcolm’s revenge, go Who you call when they count you out with little hope? When your back against the wall and you been broke? Who you call in the clutch when it get close? ...Nick Foles

Dear Philly, I thank you for the past month Every play, pick, post, pass, punt Every day, hyped up and mic’d up Every game, hike, hut, we psyched up Dear Philly, trudged up the blood pump Supported me back when I was just a young pup Sprung up, saw the stealthy attack and even When I walked away well you welcomed me back, back Dear Philly, I tell you what I learned I learned about the present moment, reppin truly earn Everything, self discipline upheld wisdom and Embrace the struggle in your life when you juggling a vice Never be afraid to fail, when your back against the wall and you scared, don’t bail Don’t compare, yourself to your neighbor’s journey, Cause your’s is independent go explore and find the entrance Dear Philly I don’t know what’s next but I’m not no pessimist, no regrets, Open yes but walk one day at a time, Stay in ya mind, and trust that yeah you will find Your fillment, confidence, crushin it all, Cause awards and the fame they mean nothing it all, And the people will doubt you, please just do not do Anything to contradict ya passion when they laughing find your heart Find the people who care, Find your brothers and ya sisters and embrace ‘em and share, Play in the air, special when the season persists, Dear Philly, thank you, sincerely Nick