Re: An Ole Miss Night Before Christmas
Posted: Thu Jan 01, 2009 4:20 pm
Ahh, for the good'ole traditional season carols...Jimbo wrote:An Ole Miss Night Before Christmas
‘Twas the night before Christmas, when all through Ole Miss
Not a creature was stirring, nothing was amiss
The bags were packed with great care
Knowing that Saint Nick had already been there
The students and fans were all snug in their beds
While visions of Winning danced in their heads
And Mama in Red and me in my Blue
Had just settled in after a night-cap of Brew
When out on the lawn I hear such a clatter
I jumped from the bed to see what was the matter
Ran to the window as fast as light
Parted the curtains ready for a fight
The full moon lit up the view
Noise like this was familiar but new
When, to my joyful eyes did appear
Trucks full of equipment and football gear
Directing traffic and shouting “Hut, Hut”
Was none other than The Coach, Houston Nutt
His team was gathered all beaming with pride
Coach called their names as they walked by his side
Go Dexter, Go Jevan, Go Michael Oher and all the rest
Yea Peria Jerry and Hardy too, all you rebels are the best
To the top of the Conference, we’re headed that way
The mighty Rebels are back, what a glorious day
As the team loaded the busses and drove out of town
The band in the Grove played that Dixie sound
And the Rebel Faithful again felt whole
Cause Ole Miss was going to kick ass in the Cotton Bowl
Merry Christmas to you all from Jimbo in Texas
You're a mean one, Mr. Nutt.
You really are a heel.
You're as cuddly as a cactus,
You're as charming as an eel.
Mr. Nutt.
You're a bad banana
With a greasy black peel.
You're a monster, Mr. Nutt.
Your heart's an empty hole.
Your brain is full of spiders,
You've got garlic in your soul.
Mr. Nutt.
I wouldn't touch you, with a
thirty-nine-and-a-half foot pole.
You're a vile one, Mr. Nutt.
You have termites in your smile.
You have all the tender sweetness
Of a seasick crocodile.
Mr. Nutt.
Given the choice between the two of you
I'd take the seasick crockodile.
You're a foul one, Mr. Nutt.
You're a nasty, wasty skunk.
Your heart is full of unwashed socks
Your soul is full of gunk.
Mr. Nutt.
The three words that best describe you,
are, and I quote: "Stink. Stank. Stunk."
You're a rotter, Mr. Nutt.
You're the king of sinful sots.
Your heart's a dead tomato splot
With moldy purple spots,
Mr. Nutt.
Your soul is an apalling dump heap overflowing
with the most disgraceful assortment of deplorable
rubbish imaginable,
Mangled up in tangled up knots.
You nauseate me, Mr. Nutt.
With a nauseaus super-naus.
You're a crooked jerky jockey
And you drive a crooked horse.
Mr. Nutt.
You're a three decker saurkraut and toadstool
sandwich
With *beep* sauce.
Happy Holidays!!!!!
