Listen, cuzzins, to a story
That was written a few minutes ago,
'Bout Hillsburry side' a mountain
And the players noboddy knowed.
Never had seen trophy treasure
Their records dropping like stone,
The valley-people put bags on their head
No Panther logo did they own.
Go ahead and get beat by yer' neighbor,
Go ahead and get beat by a friend.
Go ahead and go 0 for ever,
Losers justify it in the end.
There won't be any trumpets blowing
Come the end of each game day,
Till the golden morning after....
BillyJackMoser rode in town today.
So the people of Hillsburry valley
Run a hound wif a note up Eno Hill,
Asking for a coach who wears no socks,
Bringing gold for which they'd surely thrill.
Came an answer from Eno kingdom,
"With our brothers 'Mo' will share
All the secrets of winning football,
Let the whoopin begin down there
Go ahead and whoop yer neighbor,
Go ahead and beat yer friend.
Go ahead and lose almost never,
Winners justify it in the end.
There be pick-up truck horns a blowing
Come the end of each game day,
Cause the golden morning after....
BillyJackMoser won again today.
Now other teams whined with anger,
"Mount your horses! Dont head toward!"
Do not schedule those Moser-people,
They'll go upside ya' head really hard.
Now Panther players viewed the treasure,
Renamed Moser Mountain, cloudy and red.
They looked beneath them on Eno Valley...
BillyJackMoser,,,, thats all, nuff said.