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Can't believe this is real life (Bye Bye Purple Program of Mine redux)
dnc
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Our president actually did the right thing for UW football.
We've come a long way from bringing Ty back for 2008, baby!
Some of this has aged better than others but this is how I felt 16 short years ago. Grateful we might just survive.
#NeverForget
A long, long time ago... I can still remember
How that pigskin used to make me smile
And I knew if Mora had his chance
That he could make those people dance
And, surely, they’d be happy for a while
But December 07 made me shiver
With every paper I’d deliver
Bad news on the doorstep
We headed backwards one more step.
I can’t remember if I cried
When I read that we were keeping Ty
But something touched me deep inside
The day the pigskin died
So bye-bye, purple program of mine
Drove DawgDaysNight to celebrate
But the rest of us cried
And Lloyd St Claire was drinking Zima and wine
Singin’, "this’ll be the day that I die"
"this’ll be the day that I die."
Did you write the book of love
And do you have faith in Jake above
If the Bible tells you so?
Do you believe in purple ’n gold
Can Locker save your mortal soul
And can you teach Ty how to coach?
Well, we all know Baer can’t coach
Cause Ducks and Coogs can’t wait to play him
They both kicked our asses
Tim missed his sideline passes
I was a lonely teenage barkin’ Dawg
With a purple W on my pickup truck
But I knew I was out of luck
The day the pigskin died
So bye-bye, purple program of mine
Drove DawgDaysNight to celebrate
But the rest of us cried
And Lloyd St Claire was drinking Zima and wine
Singin’, "this’ll be the day that I die"
"this’ll be the day that I die."
Now for five years we’ve been on our own
And moss grows fat on our old gravestone
But that’s not how it used to be
Then the midgets played for the man boobs king
And then Ty was hired to make our program clean
Despite the cries from the Irish fiends
Oh, and while Tawd was a blogging clown
The Tyster made our fanbase frown
The treadmills were upgraded
We all feel fucking jaded
The Top Dawg wants us to look like the Ducks
Ty needs more bullets and a little luck
We can only sing dirges in the dark
The day the pigskin died
We were singing
Bye-bye, purple program of mine
Drove DawgDaysNight to celebrate
But the rest of us cried
And Lloyd St Claire was drinking Zima and wine
Singin’, "this’ll be the day that I die"
"This’ll be the day that I die."
Chocolatey milk in a summer practice
How did our players ever live without this?
One and eight against our northwest rivals
We lose to fowl on the grass
And couldn’t even stop a noodle arm pass
Even the Beavs have no trouble beating this cast
Now the half-time air was sweet perfume
Eight four and one when that whistle blew!
We all got up to dance
Oh, but we never got the chance!
Cuse the opponent came out to take the field
With two quarters left before they’d yield
Do you recall what was revealed
The day the program died?
We started singing
Bye-bye, purple program of mine
Drove DawgDaysNight to celebrate
But the rest of us cried
And Lloyd St Claire was drinking Zima and wine
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
A generation in disgrace
With no time left to start again
So come on: Jake be nimble, Jake be quick!
The Savior’s neck took a wicked hit
Cause pain is the devil’s only friend
Oh, and as I watched Todd on the stage
My hands were clenched in fists of rage
No AD born in hell
Could top that Vandy spell
And as the flames climbed high into the night
To light the sacrificial rite
I saw Tawdy laughing with delight
The day the pigskin died
He was singing
Bye-bye, purple program of mine
Drove DawgDaysNight to celebrate
But the rest of us cried
And Lloyd St Claire was drinking Zima and wine
Singin’, "this’ll be the day that I die"
"This’ll be the day that I die."
I met a Hugh who sang the blues
And I asked him for some happy news
But he just smiled and turned away
I went down to the sacred field
Where I’d seen the pigskin years before
But the man there said the pigskin wouldn’t play.
And in the streets: The boosters screamed
The Tyees cried, and the rivals dreamed
But not a word was spoken
The ole touchdown siren was broken
And the three men that I hate the most
The Top Dawg, Ty, and ole Emmert’s ghost
They set a tee time for the course
The day the pigskin died
And they were singing
Bye-bye, purple program of mine
Drove DawgDaysNight to celebrate
But the rest of us cried
And Lloyd St Claire was drinking Zima and wine
Singin’, "this’ll be the day that I die"
"This’ll be the day that I die."
They were singing
Bye-bye, purple program of mine
Drove DawgDaysNight to celebrate
But the rest of us cried
And Lloyd St Claire was drinking Zima and wine
Singin’, "this’ll be the day that I die"
"This’ll be the day that I die."
We've come a long way from bringing Ty back for 2008, baby!
Some of this has aged better than others but this is how I felt 16 short years ago. Grateful we might just survive.
#NeverForget
A long, long time ago... I can still remember
How that pigskin used to make me smile
And I knew if Mora had his chance
That he could make those people dance
And, surely, they’d be happy for a while
But December 07 made me shiver
With every paper I’d deliver
Bad news on the doorstep
We headed backwards one more step.
I can’t remember if I cried
When I read that we were keeping Ty
But something touched me deep inside
The day the pigskin died
So bye-bye, purple program of mine
Drove DawgDaysNight to celebrate
But the rest of us cried
And Lloyd St Claire was drinking Zima and wine
Singin’, "this’ll be the day that I die"
"this’ll be the day that I die."
Did you write the book of love
And do you have faith in Jake above
If the Bible tells you so?
Do you believe in purple ’n gold
Can Locker save your mortal soul
And can you teach Ty how to coach?
Well, we all know Baer can’t coach
Cause Ducks and Coogs can’t wait to play him
They both kicked our asses
Tim missed his sideline passes
I was a lonely teenage barkin’ Dawg
With a purple W on my pickup truck
But I knew I was out of luck
The day the pigskin died
So bye-bye, purple program of mine
Drove DawgDaysNight to celebrate
But the rest of us cried
And Lloyd St Claire was drinking Zima and wine
Singin’, "this’ll be the day that I die"
"this’ll be the day that I die."
Now for five years we’ve been on our own
And moss grows fat on our old gravestone
But that’s not how it used to be
Then the midgets played for the man boobs king
And then Ty was hired to make our program clean
Despite the cries from the Irish fiends
Oh, and while Tawd was a blogging clown
The Tyster made our fanbase frown
The treadmills were upgraded
We all feel fucking jaded
The Top Dawg wants us to look like the Ducks
Ty needs more bullets and a little luck
We can only sing dirges in the dark
The day the pigskin died
We were singing
Bye-bye, purple program of mine
Drove DawgDaysNight to celebrate
But the rest of us cried
And Lloyd St Claire was drinking Zima and wine
Singin’, "this’ll be the day that I die"
"This’ll be the day that I die."
Chocolatey milk in a summer practice
How did our players ever live without this?
One and eight against our northwest rivals
We lose to fowl on the grass
And couldn’t even stop a noodle arm pass
Even the Beavs have no trouble beating this cast
Now the half-time air was sweet perfume
Eight four and one when that whistle blew!
We all got up to dance
Oh, but we never got the chance!
Cuse the opponent came out to take the field
With two quarters left before they’d yield
Do you recall what was revealed
The day the program died?
We started singing
Bye-bye, purple program of mine
Drove DawgDaysNight to celebrate
But the rest of us cried
And Lloyd St Claire was drinking Zima and wine
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
A generation in disgrace
With no time left to start again
So come on: Jake be nimble, Jake be quick!
The Savior’s neck took a wicked hit
Cause pain is the devil’s only friend
Oh, and as I watched Todd on the stage
My hands were clenched in fists of rage
No AD born in hell
Could top that Vandy spell
And as the flames climbed high into the night
To light the sacrificial rite
I saw Tawdy laughing with delight
The day the pigskin died
He was singing
Bye-bye, purple program of mine
Drove DawgDaysNight to celebrate
But the rest of us cried
And Lloyd St Claire was drinking Zima and wine
Singin’, "this’ll be the day that I die"
"This’ll be the day that I die."
I met a Hugh who sang the blues
And I asked him for some happy news
But he just smiled and turned away
I went down to the sacred field
Where I’d seen the pigskin years before
But the man there said the pigskin wouldn’t play.
And in the streets: The boosters screamed
The Tyees cried, and the rivals dreamed
But not a word was spoken
The ole touchdown siren was broken
And the three men that I hate the most
The Top Dawg, Ty, and ole Emmert’s ghost
They set a tee time for the course
The day the pigskin died
And they were singing
Bye-bye, purple program of mine
Drove DawgDaysNight to celebrate
But the rest of us cried
And Lloyd St Claire was drinking Zima and wine
Singin’, "this’ll be the day that I die"
"This’ll be the day that I die."
They were singing
Bye-bye, purple program of mine
Drove DawgDaysNight to celebrate
But the rest of us cried
And Lloyd St Claire was drinking Zima and wine
Singin’, "this’ll be the day that I die"
"This’ll be the day that I die."
Comments
Can someone post this on Doogman?
Guessing if you post it there even now there's still someone who will want to take the gloves off.