Two of the top programs in the country,
Will battle for the bluegrass state,
And the fans of the Red and Blue;
Just can’t wait.

For whoever loses this game,
Will have more than enough crow;
To fill their plate.

I’m sure we’ll hear all week,
That the Cats will win;
And they’ll go on.. and on,
About how Calipari will triumph over Rick again.

Every year we hear it,
Or since Calipari moved up the street;
This will be the UK team nobody can beat.

Number nine is coming they’ll yell and scream,
But it always turns out;
To be another pipe dream.

They recruit great players and athletes,
Sure they have some;
But they won’t know what hit them,
When they face our done and ones.

Ole Calipari will be yelling,
With all his might;
As the guys in blue,
Start to lose the fight.
With 23 thousand screaming down below:
It’s the guys in Red,
That will deal the final blow.

Get em Damion, Q and Trey;
Coach P will scream with delight,
As he knows that this will be his team’s night.

Cards fans will throw,
Their L’s high in the sky;
As that victory horn sounds:
And it will be a rough New Year,
For those Big Blue clowns.

With the dream game victory,
Celebrated and passed,
That Music City Bowl game will be here fast.
Another slap in the face,
For our rival in state;
As we’ve already ended their football slate.

Eat it up my friends,
And fellow Cards fans I say;
As victory will be ours:
On this glorious day.
That Big Red shadow will loom,
Over that blue spot up the road;
And the only Bowl game they’ll see:
Is in their commodes.

With this battle of the bluegrass,
Well out of sight;
We must continue to fight the good fight.
This Cardinal team has big things ahead,
And thoughts of another title run;
Will be dancing in our heads.