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Bzzz Bzzz Bzzz
Ahh Ahhh Ahhh
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The metallic sunset has long come to pass
Mysterious crickets have come out to play
The crowd is roaring, their face covered with spray
Each cleat stud pierces the once lush and lime grass
 
Blue 42, REDDDD! REDD! Spider18! Spider 18! 52’s the mike, fifffteee twooo is the MIKE!
It’s a run! They’re running it.
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A young quarterback slowly looks for a clue
A mature linebacker quickly figures it out
Their eyes meet and all noise fades. There is no doubt  
This—right now—is what it all comes down to
 
Let’s go Wildcats! Let’s go! Hoo Hoo
Get yo’ iiiice cold water. One dollah one dollah. Get yo’ ice cold watah
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Sitting down is an afterthought for any fan
Some do not even dare to look. Fingers crossed
Colors clash throughout, yet no beauty is lost
Every fan thinks they have the perfect game plan
 
You got #89, 11’s ALLLLL mine
Green 80! Greeeeen 80! Hut Hut Hike
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With twenty seconds left and also down by four  
The running back gets the ball. He’s quick like a fawn
He jukes that way, spins this way—blink and he is gone
Down the field he runs, he needs just a little more!
 
Down the field he goes! To the 20! To the 10! To the 5!
There is one defender in his way
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The announcer’s long voyage will soon be complete
One side always loses, but who said life’s fair?
Touch his head! Superstition is in the air
Eyes glued to the ball, you can’t miss such a feat
 
Keep those legs churnin’
Ay boy, you ain’t gone’ get past me
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The running back can taste victory. He leaps!
The defender stands in his way—this is his throne
He lunges at him. They clash at the end zone
What happens when two trains collide?
Boom.
 
Tick. Tick. Tick.