Spring break at Flora-Bama
He was hotter than Havana
'Bout fell in love on the two and four
Spinning 'round that sandy floor
Oh my
Oh my
Lost him at the DJ break
Didn't even get his name
Last thing I got to see
Crimson letters on his tee
They said
They said
Roll Alabama Roll Tide
They said
Roll Alabama
Roll Alabama Roll Tide
They said
Roll Alabama
Roll Alabama Roll Tide
Roll Roll Roll
I gotta find
I'm on the left side of the line
This bama boy, he's hard to find
Only way to track him down
Is searching for him town to town
Until I find my
Roll Alabama Roll Tide
Singing
Roll Alabama
Roll Alabama Roll Tide
Gotta
Roll Alabama
Roll Alabama Roll Tide
I searched far and wide
Crashing like a crimson tide
Put out an A.P.B.
He's six foot three and we're meant to be
Anybody have you seen
Roll Alabama Roll Tide
Singing
Roll Alabama
Roll Alabama Roll Tide
Gotta
Roll Alabama
Roll Alabama Roll Tide
Gotta
Roll Alabama
Roll Alabama Roll Tide
Singing
Roll Alabama
Roll Alabama Roll Tide
R-O-L-L
T-I-D-E
Roll Tide
R-O-L-L
T-I-D-E
Roll Tide
A-L-A-B-A-M-A
B-A-M-A
Roll Roll Roll
I gotta track him down