'Twas the night before gameday, when all thro' the house,
Volquest was a stirring, we all were aroused;
Coach’s Polos were hung by the chimney with care,
In hopes that Football Time soon would be there;
The children were nestled all snug in their beds,
While visions of Milton danc'd in their heads,
And Mama in her 'kerchief, and I in my cap,
Had just settled our brains from a long day at work-
When out on the lawn there arose such a clatter,
I sprang from the bed to see what was the matter.
Away to the window I flew like a flash,
Tore open the shutters, and threw up the sash.
The moon on the breast of my beautiful yard,
No army worms eating grass, made me feel really hard ;
When, what to my wondering eyes should appear,
But a damn Georgia fan, and 1,980 tiny rein-deer,
With my Calloway driver, so lively and quick,
I knew in a moment I’d show him a trick.
More rapid than eagles his coursers they came,
And he whistled, and shouted, and barked in my face.
As dry leaves before the wild hurricane fly,
I made that poor soul meet his maker in the sky;
Then up to the house-top my Power T flew,
It felt like 1998 through and through:
And then in a twinkling, My son heard on the roof
“Meet me at Gate 21 if anyone else wants a dispute.”
As I drew in my head, and was turning around,
Down the chimney I fell and I came with a bound:
I was dress'd all in Orange, from my head to my foot,
And my clothes were all tarnish'd with ashes and soot;
A wink of my eye and a twist of my head
Soon my son knew he had nothing to dread.
Then he heard me exclaim, word by word it is so-
“It’s Football Time in Tennessee; Vols, Bitch! 15-0!”
Volquest was a stirring, we all were aroused;
Coach’s Polos were hung by the chimney with care,
In hopes that Football Time soon would be there;
The children were nestled all snug in their beds,
While visions of Milton danc'd in their heads,
And Mama in her 'kerchief, and I in my cap,
Had just settled our brains from a long day at work-
When out on the lawn there arose such a clatter,
I sprang from the bed to see what was the matter.
Away to the window I flew like a flash,
Tore open the shutters, and threw up the sash.
The moon on the breast of my beautiful yard,
No army worms eating grass, made me feel really hard ;
When, what to my wondering eyes should appear,
But a damn Georgia fan, and 1,980 tiny rein-deer,
With my Calloway driver, so lively and quick,
I knew in a moment I’d show him a trick.
More rapid than eagles his coursers they came,
And he whistled, and shouted, and barked in my face.
As dry leaves before the wild hurricane fly,
I made that poor soul meet his maker in the sky;
Then up to the house-top my Power T flew,
It felt like 1998 through and through:
And then in a twinkling, My son heard on the roof
“Meet me at Gate 21 if anyone else wants a dispute.”
As I drew in my head, and was turning around,
Down the chimney I fell and I came with a bound:
I was dress'd all in Orange, from my head to my foot,
And my clothes were all tarnish'd with ashes and soot;
A wink of my eye and a twist of my head
Soon my son knew he had nothing to dread.
Then he heard me exclaim, word by word it is so-
“It’s Football Time in Tennessee; Vols, Bitch! 15-0!”
