An Ode to a Sad Clown

Darlin’ Corso, Herbstreit, Des and Rece, it’s no secret I’ve been down and out

Ever since Captain Kirk built his team in that slightly eastern part of town

I ain’t been the same no matter how hard Jamie Pollard tries

But we don’t get to choose

The ones who wear these coaching shoes

Rhoads and Chizek and McCarney, nothing more than poor football guys with the football blues

And it looks like Matt Campbell might already have his eye on something new

I’m gonna put some Hawkeye Vodka in this Big Gulp cup

And I’m gonna pick me some Natty up

I’m gonna reminisce on the tragedies

Sing songs about the calamities

Purdy Matt, don’t let me down

Don’t create another generation of sad, grumpy clowns

You know the ones just like me

Don’t make me follow GameDay out of this town

Will the sunshine stay out today?