Remember the Alamo, I'd rather not
Hope it will be the game that time forgot
We came in with hope, optimistic I'd say
Wearing the pants that are actually gray
Sea World was nice, free Wi's for our boys
All the bowl trappings bring us lots of joy
With Gary in charge, we're full of excitement
No mention of Yemi's pending indictment
Now to a pep rally, let's show them our class
Instead, a yell leader acts like an ass
Takes potshots at Joepa, oh what a putz
Oh well, at least he didn't grab his nuts
On to the game, a big lead we gain
This could be it, the end of our bowl pain
We had them down, we had them dead
Then Goodson carried it like a loaf of bread
A fumble, some points, suddenly a game
The early trash talking now really looks lame
Who are these Aggies the cameras keep showing?
A guy in overalls whose girth is still growing
Then a cowboy, an Ag, with a big fancy watch
decides, in the words of Emeril, to kick it up a notch
I've had nothing to eat since that b-b-q lunch
I really need something salty to munch
A beer and a dog, no the line is too long
To get up now would be really wrong
How about my nose? That seems to be best
Oh well Ags, you know the rest
Now back to the game and still there's some hope!
We're only down 7, nobody arrested for dope
Driving down the field , destiny's waiting
The memory of Fran is fast and fading
4th and a foot, we've got the train!
Give him the rock and Penn St feels the pain
he is no match for their East Coast slackers
their undersized white middle linebacker
But wait, what kind of play has raised its ugly head?
I thought Fran's plays were gone and dead?
No, please no, I'm filled with fright
4th and short and you run option right?
here goes McGee, Money whiffed his block
This offense proves it is a total crock
onto his duff McGee falls in compete frustration
Go get JoePa for the trophy presentation
So it is finally over, 5 years of hell
Close the casket, ring the bell
Take this dead horse out behind the shed
Take a gun and put a bullet in its head.
