God Bless him for that he threw.
And Blessings, too, go out to Lindsay.
Who caught the pass to ignite the frenzy.
And forevermore, there’s Herschel Walker.
Just ask Bill Bates about the Goal Line Stalker.
Of course there’s Donnan and Theron Sapp;
Both ended droughts to make us clap.
There’s Charlie Trippi, with broken noses;
Flatfoot Frankie striking the Heisman poses.
And let’s keep in mind that Wally drove’em nuts;
The sign that read “Nobody beats our butts.”
Coach Dooley said. “We gotta run the ball”
He praised opponents, large and small.
It was the Irish, of course, Vince helped us beat,
When we partied down on Bourbon Street.
And good ole’ Erk made the defense go;
Head to helmet and his veins would flow.
“Fires up the dawgs,” we’d hear him say,
“See’n that blood really makes’em play.”
There’s Hearst and Hastings and the Eric Zeier;
Back in ’92 they set the world afire.
Jake Scott, Bill Stanfill and the Florida game;
Gators still cringe when they hear their names.
Johnson, Lastinger and Kasay, too;
In the final seconds they all came through.
And the Butler did it in ’84;
From 60 yards he slammed the door.
But perhaps the greatest dawg of all,
Had never played a down of ball.
He’s loved the Dawgs through thick and thin,
From top to bottom and back again.