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.