LargeOrange1
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Imagine Butch wearing a trench coat and Fedora, standing under a dim street light on Gay Street, Camel cig hanging from the corner of his mouth.......
And now, my end is near
And so I face my final Bama a$$ whippin
Vol fans, I'll say it clear
I know all of VolNation is trippin
I've coached this team way down
Lack of coaching has caused lots of hurtin
But more, much more than this
I did it my way
Regrets, I have a few
But many millions will soothe my frustration
I did what the chart said to do
To you it must've felt like castration
I called each charted play
Each careful step along the sideline
And more, much more than this
I did it my way
Yes, there were times, I'm sure you knew
Facing first and goal, we were screwed
But through it all, when there was doubt
I called pass plays and left John Kelly out
I faced it all and I stood tall
And did it my way
I made the calls, without any balls, and DID IT MY F'D UP WAAAAAAAAY
And now, my end is near
And so I face my final Bama a$$ whippin
Vol fans, I'll say it clear
I know all of VolNation is trippin
I've coached this team way down
Lack of coaching has caused lots of hurtin
But more, much more than this
I did it my way
Regrets, I have a few
But many millions will soothe my frustration
I did what the chart said to do
To you it must've felt like castration
I called each charted play
Each careful step along the sideline
And more, much more than this
I did it my way
Yes, there were times, I'm sure you knew
Facing first and goal, we were screwed
But through it all, when there was doubt
I called pass plays and left John Kelly out
I faced it all and I stood tall
And did it my way
I made the calls, without any balls, and DID IT MY F'D UP WAAAAAAAAY
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