Irish Pie

A long, long time ago...
I can still remember How this weekend used to make me smile.
And I knew we always had a chance
With Lou pulling grass crouched in his stance
But, Davie and Ty put winning out of style.
And February made me shiver
No recruits did Ty deliver.
All of Kevin White’s missteps, I was scared of who he’d hire next.
I can’t remember if I cried When I read about Weis and all his pride,
But I have a feeling deep inside
This day ND will rise.

So bye-bye, You USC guys.
No more OJ no more AD,
It’s our turn to fly
And Cash and Jvan will drink Ritas and cry
“Maybe Charlie can be the guy”
“Maybe Charlie can be the guy”

Forget all about Reggie’s shove,
Jimmy’ s passes rained touchdowns from above,
As Golden kept running the “Go”
ND believes in rock n roll,
SC has Snoop but not any soul,
But our grass is deep and the field is real slow

Well, I know the media’s in love with Tim
`cant take Aspirin for his headache cause that’s a sin.
But when Saturday is through.
Other Heisman contenders can sing the blues.

He was a lonely teenage broncin buck
Arrived in a limo not a pickup truck,
But the world will know Jimmy does not suck
The day the Irish rise.

I started singin, Bye-bye, You USC guys.
No more Reggie or Matt Leinhart,
It’s our turn to fly
And Cash and Jvan will drink Ritas and cry
“Maybe Charlie can be the guy”
“Maybe Charlie can be the guy”
Now for 10 years we have been owned
They mock “Charlie is fat”And Holtz sounds “shtoned”,
But that’s not how it used to be.
When the Rocket was king and our D was mean,
Didn’t matter if we wore blue or green
We were always top 5 in the AP,
Oh, but while Lou was looking down,
The Monkster stole our football crown.
The courtroom was adjourned;
Joe Moore had been spurned.
“Its Gruden!” provided a little spark,
But Lou still has to listen to Mark,
But its time for us to come out of the dark
This day the Irish rise.

So bye-bye, You USC guys.
Carson palmer is a Bengal,
It’s our turn to fly
And Cash and Jvan will drink Ritas and cry
“Maybe Charlie can be the guy”
“Maybe Charlie can be the guy”

Our talent is better Charlie looks a little svelter.
Since he doesn’t recruit from golf rain shelters,
All the despair is in the past.
No holding flags will fall on our grass.
They will recall we invented the forward pass,
Even with Mike Floyd on the sidelines in a cast.
Now the half-time air was sweet perfume
Till the SC band played that awful tune.
Pete Carroll was set to dance,
Oh, but he never got the chance!
`cause his players tried to take the field;
Our marching band refused to yield.
All will recall what was revealed
The day the Irish rise

So bye-bye, You USC guys.
No more OJ no more AD,
It’s our turn to fly
And Cash and Jvan will drink Ritas and cry
“Maybe Charlie can be the guy”
“Maybe Charlie can be the guy”

The stadium was one rockin’ place,
A generation no longer disgraced
With no time on the clock ‘We win!”.
So come on: Tate was nimble, Tate was quick!
Don’t need Jumbotrons or Thundersticks
Glory has come back to South bend.

Oh, and as I watched Theisman on the stage
My hands were clenched in fists of rage.
“ We are mad as hell!”
“Let’s break Pete Carroll’s spell.”
And as grotto flames climbed high into the night
Prayers were answered.
The world was right,
Sorry SC fans not tonight
Today the Irish rise

So bye-bye, You USC guys.
No more OJ no more AD,
It’s our turn to fly
And Cash and Jvan will drink Ritas and cry
“Maybe Charlie can be the guy”
“Maybe Charlie can be the guy”

I met a Song Girl who looked down and blue I laughed at her, puked on her shoes,
She just sighed and turned away.
I went down to the Hammes bookstore
Where I bought the same stuff Id bought before,
But the man there said today no one has to pay.
And in the streets: drunk fans screamed,
The Gay horse cried,
Mark may was steamed.
But not a word was spoken;
Until Officer Tim McCarthy was done jokin’.
And the three TDs we admired most:
Came from Jimmy to Golden on a post,
SC caught the last train for the coast
This day the Irish rise.

So bye-bye, You USC guys.
No more OJ no more AD,
It’s our turn to fly
And Cash and Jvan will drink Ritas and cry
“Maybe Charlie can be the guy”
“Maybe Charlie can be the guy”

So bye-bye, You USC guys.
No more OJ no more AD,
It’s our turn to fly
And Cash and Jvan will drink Ritas and cry
“Maybe Charlie can be the guy”
“Maybe Charlie can be the guy”