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| 2007 Lyrics - Jack Campbell |
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On a cold November evening At the bar at Cattle Annie's I met up with a Hokie She had a great big fanny Then she started stair'n At the sweatshirt I was wear'n 'Said let me tell you why I've always been a Wahoo fan. See the Wahoo's they have class And sometime they attend them Knowing if they fail, Al Groh Will kick their ass. Now the Hokies they have Beamer Who is quite a bit leaner, if You own a gun or dog you'll be One of his first stringers The game is for the title And the Hoo's came out of no where The best that I can say is the Hokies, Had better beware Now the Hokie she got bitter Climbed out of her box of litter Said if your gonna play the game Boy, be ready for a fight. You got to know when to hold it, Know when to throw it, know when To tuck it away, know when to run You never count on winning, or Dancing on the sidelines the game Never over 'til the fat lady sings. And when she is finished with me I turned back toward the TV The Hoo's were on offense for Their final drive. Bud Foster's defense Dug in to try and get the big win. But we'll not know the final Score 'til Saturday 'bout four Chorus (2 X's) hen she |
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