(Original lyrics are here.)
A long, long time ago, I can still remember how Stanford football made me smile
When games kicked off half past noon
Under bright skies, the Band played tunes,
Thick facemasks and high socks: ’80s style
But each October, we would quiver
Title dreams far from delivered
Jack’s vice was vodka tonic
Gaston Green’s speed supersonic
I can’t remember when it first crossed my mind
’Thusiasm Unknown t’Mankind
But we’ve all come a long way
Luck even better than Elway/So…
CHORUS:
Bye, bye all you lost Saturdays
See ya later, wooden bleachers, Teddy’s Tarp and The Play,
Screw the Seattle Bowl and the games on delay
The good times are now here to stay
But it wasn’t always this way
Did another toss sweep to Muster,
Turn you all mad and flustered?
“We’re Not Nebraska”
He told us so.
And did you believe that Nevers’ ghost,
Helped Naber’s kick clear the post?
To three Rose Bowls, the Vow Boys did go
Well I know that it’s not your fault
Wanting Mike Leach, getting Walt
A nighttime Big Game, we cheered
Until they banned all our beer
We saw the back-up quarterback
Make clutch throws and come storming back
Since that lob to Bradford,
Oh, our fortunes, have they turned? Now we’re singin’…
(CHORUS)
It’s been 10 years since Buddy Ball
And Chris Lewis took one mighty fall
Black on the uniforms just shouldn’t be
And long before “What’s Your Deal?”
Brady Quinn, Keyshawn and Freeman McNeil
Became enemies of you and me
At halftime we cheered Frisbee dogs,
A muddy walk to The Grove, it was a slog
Just like Bookman up the middle
Don James played us like a fiddle
Until the probation hammer fell,
Then Seattle turned to football hell
To this day, the Dawgs blame Walsh
When it was Hobert’s fault, And we’re singin’
(CHORUS)
The Axe in our grasp, the Trench Dogs in chains
We held roses aloft, after the rain
Casey’s run had them dancing in the aisles
Borchard be nimble, Fasani be quick
It was Husak who made the offense quick
Pac-10 champs, we were all smiles
But the Rose Bowl score, it gave us pause
Dreams shattered by Badger claws
Ron Dayne, a 200-yard phantom
Their fans yelling through the anthem
And so we settled for a moral victory
Bucky prevailing over The Tree
After 13 years we want more
It’s time to settle a score (and we’re singin’…)
(CHORUS)
I met a QB from the 408
I said: “With time to throw, you’d have been great”
But Trent just smiled and turned away
And I recalled a two-sport stud,
One-handed catches all night long
Still wondering why Teyo left for the NFL to play
And DirecTV , my preferred station
Pac-12 Networks, just imagination
Three straight BCS games, simply awesome
Rose Bowl tonic, I’ll be sauced, hun
And in the era of the spread,
Power football, our foes do dread
And while SC suffers under Kiffin
On a lofty perch, we’ll be sittin… so we’re singin’…
(CHORUS)
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