Best Rock Album - 2002

greenblood said:

Is this the year music died?

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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 program 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 that I was out of luck

The day the program died.



I started singin’,
"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 manboobs king,

And then the fraud 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 program 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 lost to fowl on the grass.

And couldn’t even stop a noodle arm pass,

Even the Beavs had 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!

'cause 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 program died



He was singing,
"bye-bye, purple program of thine.

Drove DawgDaysNight to celebrate,

But the rest of them 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 famed 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 program died.



And they were singing,

"bye-bye, purple program of thine.

Drove DawgDaysNight to celebrate,

But the rest of them 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 thine.

Drove DawgDaysNight to celebrate,

But the rest of them 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."