Whose chimes these are, of course I know.
The stadium is through the campus though;
And they soon spy me stopping here
To watch another Iron Bowl.
My wife, she thinks it very odd
Unbridled contempt in every nod.
Scowls that make it very clear:
Tread lightly, guests, in football’s Riyadh.
But hostile crowds I can ignore
When Tigers prowl Bryant-Denny once more.
The Tide turns to silent tears
As we gaze upon the final score.
Fortunes change and time goes by.
But I feel certain until I die,
28-27 will ease my sleep,
28-27 will ease my sleep.