Notre Dame's Last Dance

I got the Tom Petty tune "Mary Jane's Last Dance" stuck in my head yesterday. I like it but then I started thinking about the game and felt a "wierd Al" moment.

So I rewrote all the lyrics to the song. I had to finish it...feel better now that it is out, I hope some enjoy.

They grew up in a Michigan town,

Had a hard workin’ coach who was touchin’ the ground

But they grew up tall and grew up right

Whippin them Notre Dame boys under the A squared lights.

Well, taught ‘em how to play in 1887

The liked to play the game, thought it was heaven.

We played a few games and kept on winn’in.

Yost said, “We had some fun, but we want to keep on grin’in

Keep on grin’in.”

Last dance with Notre Dame, one more time to inflict the pain.

I feel autumn blowin’in and I’m all ready for Washington.

Brady’s not happy, gonna pick that bone

You always play press, never that zone

I’m tired of bendy defense, tired of big losses,

Put the game on the backs of our hosses.

Oh, my, my. Oh, hell, yes.

Boys, put on those winged helmets.

Buy me a drink, sing the fight song.

Take ‘em as they come, ‘cause they won’t stay long.

Last dance with Notre Dame, one more time to inflict the pain.

I feel autumn blowin’in and I’m all ready for Washington.

Wolverines down on Moose Krause Square.

Fighting Irish are waiting there.

Lookin’ down from their doom room.

Nightfall will be comin’ soon.

Oh, my, my. Oh, hell, yes.

Boys, put on those winged helmets.

It was a long time ago when we didn’t play them.

We dialed up the PAC-12 and hauled in a gem.

Last dance with Notre Dame, one more time to inflict the pain.

I feel autumn blowin’in and I’m all ready for Washington.