Okay, with apologies to Don McClean, my daughter sings "The Day the Big 12 Died" : http://kiwi6.com/file/57riojo50a
Just go to where it says "Listen to MP3" and click on the play button.
It's not perfect. The karioke soundtrack has some background singers who don't know our new and improved lyrics from Don McClean's originals, and the tune is well out of my daughters natural soprano range, but it ain't half bad. If you want to see the (new and improved) lyrics with it, here they are:
A long, long time ago...
I can still remember
How that football used to make me smile.
And I knew if we had a team
That I could make those Aggies dream
And, maybe, they’d be happy for a while.
But Coach February made me shiver
With every excuse he'd deliver.
LHN on the doorstep;
I couldn’t take one more step.
I can’t remember if I cried
When I read about his Heisman bride,
But something touched me deep inside
The day the Big 12 died.
So bye-bye, Mr. Bevo, goodbye.
Drove my Aggies to the SEC,
where we could fly.
And them Cajun boys were drinkin’ whiskey and rye
Singin’, "this’ll be the day that I die.
"this’ll be the day that I die."
Did you sing the Old War Hymn
And do you have faith that we will win,
If the t-sip tells you no?
Do you believe in the SEC,
Can football there make history,
And can you teach me how to tailgate so free?
Well, I know that you will play the chomp
`cause I saw you drinking in the Swamp.
You both filled up the seats.
and even in the heat.
I was a lonely Aggie broncin’ buck
With a Ole Sarge on my pickup truck,
But I knew T.U. was out of luck
The day the Big 12 died.
I started singin’,
bye-bye, Mr. Bevo goodbye.
Drove my Aggies to the SEC,
where we could fly.
And them Cajun boys were drinkin’ whiskey and rye
Singin’, "this’ll be the day that I die.
"this’ll be the day that I die."
Now for a hundred years we’ve played the Horn.
So now we’re leaving and some are torn,
But that’s not how it has to be.
We could play the Horns in bowls with glee,
And keep our precious rivalry,
And sing the War Hymn, like it used to be.
Oh, and while Mack Brown is down,
The Aggies steal the Conference crown.
The Big 12 was dissolved
BYU was not involved.
And while Ken Starr read a book of law,
The Aggies found the contract flaw,
And we drank bourbon through a straw
The day the Big 12 died.
We were singing,
bye-bye, Mr. Bevo goodbye.
Drove my Aggies to the SEC,
where we could fly.
And them Cajun boys were drinkin’ whiskey and rye
Singin’, "this’ll be the day that I die.
"this’ll be the day that I die."
Helter skelter in a summer swelter.
The Ags flew off with a fallout shelter,
To the East and running fast.
We played hard on new grass.
As Tanney completed a forward pass,
With the LHN on the sidelines with no cash.
Now the half-time air was sweet perfume
While the Aggies played a marching tune.
We all got up to dance,
Oh, but we never got the chance!
`cause the players returned to take the field;
The Aggie band of course did yield.
Do you recall what was revealed
The day the Big 12 died?
We started singing,
bye-bye, Mr. Bevo goodbye.
Drove my Aggies to the SEC,
where we could fly.
And them Cajun boys were drinkin’ whiskey and rye
Singin’, "this’ll be the day that I die.
"this’ll be the day that I die."
Oh, and there we were all in one place,
An Aggie nation in a conference race
With no time left to start again.
So come on: Ags be nimble, Ags be quick!
Ken Starr pulled out a legal trick
Cause court rooms are the devil’s only friend.
Oh, and as I watched him on the Net
I knew that there was no real threat.
No lawyer born in hell
Could enforce that contract well.
And as Bonfire climbed high into the night
To light up the sacrificial rite,
I saw Aggies laughing with delight
The day the Big 12 died.
They were singing,
bye-bye, Mr. Bevo goodby.
Drove my Aggies to the SEC,
where we could fly.
And them Cajun boys were drinkin’ whiskey and rye
Singin’, "this’ll be the day that I die.
"this’ll be the day that I die."
I met a Bear who sang the blues
She asked me for some happy news,
But I just smiled and turned away.
I went down to Kyle Field.
Where Big 12 play was now repealed,
But the man there said the Aggies would still play.
And in their schools: the t-sips screamed,
The Raiders cried, and the pot heads dreamed.
But not a word was spoken;
The contracts all were broken.
And the three men I admire least:
Mack Brown, Kenn Starr, and Dan Beebe,
They watched the Aggie train go East
The day the Big 12 died.
And we were singing,
bye-bye, Mr. Bevo goodbye.
Drove my Aggies to the SEC,
where we could fly.
And them Cajun boys were drinkin’ whiskey and rye
Singin’, "this’ll be the day that I die.
"this’ll be the day that I die."
We were singing,
bye-bye, Mr. Bevo goodbey.
Drove my Aggies to the SEC,
where we could fly.
And them Cajun boys were drinkin’ whiskey and rye
Singin’, "this’ll be the day that I die.”
[This message has been edited by KeithDB (edited 8/29/2011 8:12a).]
Just go to where it says "Listen to MP3" and click on the play button.
It's not perfect. The karioke soundtrack has some background singers who don't know our new and improved lyrics from Don McClean's originals, and the tune is well out of my daughters natural soprano range, but it ain't half bad. If you want to see the (new and improved) lyrics with it, here they are:
A long, long time ago...
I can still remember
How that football used to make me smile.
And I knew if we had a team
That I could make those Aggies dream
And, maybe, they’d be happy for a while.
But Coach February made me shiver
With every excuse he'd deliver.
LHN on the doorstep;
I couldn’t take one more step.
I can’t remember if I cried
When I read about his Heisman bride,
But something touched me deep inside
The day the Big 12 died.
So bye-bye, Mr. Bevo, goodbye.
Drove my Aggies to the SEC,
where we could fly.
And them Cajun boys were drinkin’ whiskey and rye
Singin’, "this’ll be the day that I die.
"this’ll be the day that I die."
Did you sing the Old War Hymn
And do you have faith that we will win,
If the t-sip tells you no?
Do you believe in the SEC,
Can football there make history,
And can you teach me how to tailgate so free?
Well, I know that you will play the chomp
`cause I saw you drinking in the Swamp.
You both filled up the seats.
and even in the heat.
I was a lonely Aggie broncin’ buck
With a Ole Sarge on my pickup truck,
But I knew T.U. was out of luck
The day the Big 12 died.
I started singin’,
bye-bye, Mr. Bevo goodbye.
Drove my Aggies to the SEC,
where we could fly.
And them Cajun boys were drinkin’ whiskey and rye
Singin’, "this’ll be the day that I die.
"this’ll be the day that I die."
Now for a hundred years we’ve played the Horn.
So now we’re leaving and some are torn,
But that’s not how it has to be.
We could play the Horns in bowls with glee,
And keep our precious rivalry,
And sing the War Hymn, like it used to be.
Oh, and while Mack Brown is down,
The Aggies steal the Conference crown.
The Big 12 was dissolved
BYU was not involved.
And while Ken Starr read a book of law,
The Aggies found the contract flaw,
And we drank bourbon through a straw
The day the Big 12 died.
We were singing,
bye-bye, Mr. Bevo goodbye.
Drove my Aggies to the SEC,
where we could fly.
And them Cajun boys were drinkin’ whiskey and rye
Singin’, "this’ll be the day that I die.
"this’ll be the day that I die."
Helter skelter in a summer swelter.
The Ags flew off with a fallout shelter,
To the East and running fast.
We played hard on new grass.
As Tanney completed a forward pass,
With the LHN on the sidelines with no cash.
Now the half-time air was sweet perfume
While the Aggies played a marching tune.
We all got up to dance,
Oh, but we never got the chance!
`cause the players returned to take the field;
The Aggie band of course did yield.
Do you recall what was revealed
The day the Big 12 died?
We started singing,
bye-bye, Mr. Bevo goodbye.
Drove my Aggies to the SEC,
where we could fly.
And them Cajun boys were drinkin’ whiskey and rye
Singin’, "this’ll be the day that I die.
"this’ll be the day that I die."
Oh, and there we were all in one place,
An Aggie nation in a conference race
With no time left to start again.
So come on: Ags be nimble, Ags be quick!
Ken Starr pulled out a legal trick
Cause court rooms are the devil’s only friend.
Oh, and as I watched him on the Net
I knew that there was no real threat.
No lawyer born in hell
Could enforce that contract well.
And as Bonfire climbed high into the night
To light up the sacrificial rite,
I saw Aggies laughing with delight
The day the Big 12 died.
They were singing,
bye-bye, Mr. Bevo goodby.
Drove my Aggies to the SEC,
where we could fly.
And them Cajun boys were drinkin’ whiskey and rye
Singin’, "this’ll be the day that I die.
"this’ll be the day that I die."
I met a Bear who sang the blues
She asked me for some happy news,
But I just smiled and turned away.
I went down to Kyle Field.
Where Big 12 play was now repealed,
But the man there said the Aggies would still play.
And in their schools: the t-sips screamed,
The Raiders cried, and the pot heads dreamed.
But not a word was spoken;
The contracts all were broken.
And the three men I admire least:
Mack Brown, Kenn Starr, and Dan Beebe,
They watched the Aggie train go East
The day the Big 12 died.
And we were singing,
bye-bye, Mr. Bevo goodbye.
Drove my Aggies to the SEC,
where we could fly.
And them Cajun boys were drinkin’ whiskey and rye
Singin’, "this’ll be the day that I die.
"this’ll be the day that I die."
We were singing,
bye-bye, Mr. Bevo goodbey.
Drove my Aggies to the SEC,
where we could fly.
And them Cajun boys were drinkin’ whiskey and rye
Singin’, "this’ll be the day that I die.”
[This message has been edited by KeithDB (edited 8/29/2011 8:12a).]
