starkvegasdawg
12-24-2013, 09:28 PM
And all through the city
The rebels were sad; their heads hung with pity
Oh they put up a front as if all were still fine
And looked at their cruitin' championships all in a line
But when they went to sleep all warm in their bed
Visions of Wallace fumbling stayed in their head.
Freeze on the sideline bout ready to cry
While dak with the trophy he held up high
They say no big deal it's just another game
And a thousand other excuses just as badly lame
Then all of a sudden they'll sit up with a start
And wonder what the commotion is as they cut a loud fart
They run to the tv and pretend its a dream
Reliving their nightmare on their 50" flat screen
And what to their wondering eyes do appear
But our two star hillbillies once again kicking their rear
It's a replay of the game on espn 2
And as Chris jones throws up a fin they all scream 17 you!
But meantime in Starkville all is peaceful and serene
Visions of a 4th straight bowl dance in our dreams.
And as Mullen crawls into bed and turns out the light
He whispers, "Merry Christmas, Bulldog nation. We've just started to fight."
The rebels were sad; their heads hung with pity
Oh they put up a front as if all were still fine
And looked at their cruitin' championships all in a line
But when they went to sleep all warm in their bed
Visions of Wallace fumbling stayed in their head.
Freeze on the sideline bout ready to cry
While dak with the trophy he held up high
They say no big deal it's just another game
And a thousand other excuses just as badly lame
Then all of a sudden they'll sit up with a start
And wonder what the commotion is as they cut a loud fart
They run to the tv and pretend its a dream
Reliving their nightmare on their 50" flat screen
And what to their wondering eyes do appear
But our two star hillbillies once again kicking their rear
It's a replay of the game on espn 2
And as Chris jones throws up a fin they all scream 17 you!
But meantime in Starkville all is peaceful and serene
Visions of a 4th straight bowl dance in our dreams.
And as Mullen crawls into bed and turns out the light
He whispers, "Merry Christmas, Bulldog nation. We've just started to fight."