Twas the night before the Iron Bowl, and all through the State
The Auburn O-line was overweight, from all they turkey they ate
With a coaching staff furious, and scared to death
The local stores had too much toilet tissue left.
"What are we gonna do? We're in deep spit!
Alabama is gonna murder us with that complicated zone-blitz!
The O-line is gonna struggle, they're gonna lose us this game...
The coaching staff is no longer the party to blame!"
On the other side of Dixie was Ole Saint Nick
Serving up a game plan that was sure to stick
Ingram, Julio, and wildcat galore
Saban is gonna make Chizik not wanna coach anymore
"I've got a big bag of tricks, and he wears number 62
I'm gonna put him in at fullback and make Auburn's 'D look like fools
I'm gonna run him in front of Ingram to seal his Heisman campaign
By the 3rd quarter, I'm gonna be drunk off champagne."
"Coach Saban, get over here!" Yelled a familiar voice
He said, "You better hope you're making the right choice"
Coach Saban got up, and looked around there...
was the ghost of a man, his name "The Bear"
"I aint never been nuthin' but a winner you know...
..but all this trick play mess ain't the way to go.
Run it down their throats, and win like a man
If anybody can do it, I know YOU can.
So Roll On To Victory, Hit your Stride.
You're Dixie's Football Pride, CRIMSON TIDE.
And after you trash that 2nd rate cow college down south
Head to Atlanta and hit Florida in the mouth.
Then take your boys to Pasadena, and make sure they're amped
Because they're about to call themselves National Champs" <!-- / message --> <!-- sig --> __________________
ROLLLLLLLLL
TIIIIIIIIIIIDE!
This isn't my doing but thought you might enjoy.
The Auburn O-line was overweight, from all they turkey they ate
With a coaching staff furious, and scared to death
The local stores had too much toilet tissue left.
"What are we gonna do? We're in deep spit!
Alabama is gonna murder us with that complicated zone-blitz!
The O-line is gonna struggle, they're gonna lose us this game...
The coaching staff is no longer the party to blame!"
On the other side of Dixie was Ole Saint Nick
Serving up a game plan that was sure to stick
Ingram, Julio, and wildcat galore
Saban is gonna make Chizik not wanna coach anymore
"I've got a big bag of tricks, and he wears number 62
I'm gonna put him in at fullback and make Auburn's 'D look like fools
I'm gonna run him in front of Ingram to seal his Heisman campaign
By the 3rd quarter, I'm gonna be drunk off champagne."
"Coach Saban, get over here!" Yelled a familiar voice
He said, "You better hope you're making the right choice"
Coach Saban got up, and looked around there...
was the ghost of a man, his name "The Bear"
"I aint never been nuthin' but a winner you know...
..but all this trick play mess ain't the way to go.
Run it down their throats, and win like a man
If anybody can do it, I know YOU can.
So Roll On To Victory, Hit your Stride.
You're Dixie's Football Pride, CRIMSON TIDE.
And after you trash that 2nd rate cow college down south
Head to Atlanta and hit Florida in the mouth.
Then take your boys to Pasadena, and make sure they're amped
Because they're about to call themselves National Champs" <!-- / message --> <!-- sig --> __________________
ROLLLLLLLLL
TIIIIIIIIIIIDE!
This isn't my doing but thought you might enjoy.
