Twas The Night Before The Sugar Bowl
Twas The Night Before The Sugar Bowl
And all through the house,
All the TVs were on,
And fans were on the couch.
The helmets were polished,
Shined with great care,
In hopes that the Tigers
Would bring home the hardware.
The players were nestled
All snug in the bunks,
While visions of Sugar Bowl glory
Made their hearts thump.
Dad in his Sugar Bowl shirt
And I in my cap, jad just settled
Down for a short cat nap,
When out on the law I heard a great noise,
And falling out the front door just recovered my poise,
When what to my wondering eyes should appear,
But a gray headed man with a whistle, but no beard.
I knew in a moment it must be Coach Miles,
He had a purple and gold gleam in his eys.
And he yelled and shouted and called them by name,
His players were ready to start the game.
Now Russell, Now Pittman, Now Vincent and Bowel.
Let's line 'em boys, we're ready to go!
To the bus they dashed with equipment in hand,
Followed by that nations best marching band.
They arrived at the Super Dome ready to play,
And stomped the Fighting Irish at the end of the day.
So, way to Geaux, Tigers!
Champions once again.
Sending home the Irish sadly back to South Bend.
