So I started this in PV's excellent post on the surf ballroom, but I started with the wrong verse, got bored and ended up finished the song, so here it is per Ross' request (and my desire to see it all in order.) May Crazy Old Testament God bless this sacred place and boring gray midwestern days, or something -sailorjerry
A long, long time ago
I can still remember
how the Hawkeyes
used to make me smile
and I knew if I had my chance
that I could make white people dance and
maybe, they'd be happy for awhile
But 2012-13 make me shiver
with every blog post I see twittered
bad news on the iPad
my humor couldn’t make
one more stab
I can't remember if I cried when I
read about KOK's new life.
Something touched me deep inside
the day
the offense
died
Now did you write the book on love
and do you have faith in AIRBHG above?
if the bible told you sooooooooooooooo
Now do you believe in bump and roll
can play action save your mortal soul
and can you teach me, how to fake kicks, real sloooowwwwwwww?
Well I know that you’re in love with him, cause I
saw you punting in the gym
you both kicked off one shoe
man i dig those 4th and twoooooooooos
I was a lonely teenage broncin buck
punching windows out of buses and trucks
but i knew i was no andrew luck
the day
the offense
died
(chorus)
for three years, we’ve been out on our own
and keys jingle yet for the rolling stones
but that’s not how it used to be
when the jester sang for mason and me
he looked a lot like barta just wearing green
in a coat
he borrowed from the young Aussie
oh but while alford was looking down
the jester stole his thorny crown
Carver was adjourned
no crowds to return!
and while the butler coach read a book on darts
the sharp shooters never quite reached their marks
we dreamt of playing "in heaven" on a harp
the day
the offense
died
(chorus)
helter skelter in a summer swelter
from the rhabdo fallout there was no shelter
13 down and falling faaaaaast
landed there on the grass
where the player’s tried for a forward pass
and Rudock
had support from
all the faaaaans
now the halftime air was sweet perfume
while the marching band played michael jackson tunes
the students all got up to dance
oh but they never got the chance!!
cause when the players tried to take the field
the whelan boys refused to yield
do you recall what was the feel
the day
the offense
died
(chorus)
Aaaaaaaaaaaand
there we were all in one place
a generation lost in space
with no time left to see paki again
so mark be nimble, canzeri be quick
every back’s time fading like a candle wick cause
fire
is the AIRBHG’s only friend
and as i watched his pinata fileted
my hands were clenched in fists of rage
tried drinking all the beer in hell
to break that satan’s spell
podcasts ran on in the night
mcgloin lit us up like the 4th of July
I saw AIRBHG laughing with delight
the day
the offense
died
(chorus)
(sad slowdown /piano trill)
i met a girl who sang the blues
she asked me for some happy news
i just smiled and turned away
i went down to the mickey’s store
where i’d heard the music years before
but the man there
had repainted
blue and graaaaayyyy
and in the streets the freshmen screamed
the bloggers cried and the basketball fans dreamed
not a word was spoken
the press releases
were
smoke blowin
and the three men i admire most
tom davis, hayden and tom brands’ quotes
were the last deserving ‘great job coach’
the day
the offense
died
(chorus)
Feel Free to use the chorus of your choosing, I'm partial to @mrpelicanpants work
"Bye Bye Mr. 3rd and 5, ran a bubble screen incomplete to the overloaded short side"