A long, long time ago, I can still remember
How recruiting used to make Gators smile
And I knew if UM had a chance
That Mario could make recruits dance
And maybe they'd be flipping for a while
But June & July made me shiver
With every verbal they'd deliver
Bad news on the doorstep
I couldn't take one more step
I can't remember if I cried
When I read about his G-Wagon ride
But something touched me deep inside
The day the Gator class died
So, bye, bye, class that's in the Top Five
Drove G-Wagons to Payne's Prairie, but The Prairie was dry
And them good old Gates were drinkin' whiskey 'n Rye
Singin', "This'll be the day that we die
This'll be the day that we die"
Did 'cruits write the Collective?
And do they have faith in the NIL bid
If Hugh Hathcock tells them so?
Do they believe the Gator DFO?
Can Slingblade save their mortal soul?
And can Billy teach us how to 'cruit real slow?
Well, I know that they're in love with him
'Cause I saw them eating mac in the gym
They all slipped in their shoes
While taking photos in those blues
I was a lonely teenage broncin' buck
With a trial subscription and a pickup truck
But I knew the Gates were out of luck
The day the Gator class died
I started singin', "Bye-bye, class that's in the Top Five"
Drove my Wagon to Payne's Prairie, but The Prairie was dry
Them good old Gates were drinkin' whiskey 'n Rye
Singin', "This'll be the day that we die
This'll be the day that we die"
Now for ten years they've been trending down
And moss grows fat on a sinkin' stone
But that's not how it used to be
When Mr. 2 Bits sang for the king and queen
In a coat he borrowed from Trey Dean
And a voice that came from Umammielen
Oh, and while Spurrier was looking down
Slingblade Billy stole his thorny crown
The courtroom was adjourned
No verdict was returned
And while Armstrong read a book on defense
The fans took down their tailgate tents
And they all sang dirges so intense
The day the Gator class died
They were singin', "Bye-bye class that's in the Top Five"
Drove G-Wagons to Payne's Prairie, but The Prairie was dry
Them good old Gates were drinkin' whiskey 'n Rye
Singin', "This'll be the day that we die
This'll be the day that we die"
"I Won't Back Down" in the summer swelter
The birds flew off with a fallout shelter
Eight miles high and fallin' fast
Football landed foul on the grass
The players tried for a forward pass
With Mullen on the sidelines in a Vader mask
Now, the half-time air was sweet perfume
While the Gators played a marching tune
They all got up to dance
Oh, but they never got the chance
'Cause the players tried to take the field
The marching band refused to yield
Do you recall what was revealed
The day the Gator class died?
They started singin', "Bye-bye, class that's in the Top Five"
Drove G-Wagons to Payne's Prairie, but The Prairie was dry
Them good old Gates were drinkin' whiskey 'n Rye
And singin', "This'll be the day that we die
This'll be the day that we die"
Oh, and there they were, all in one place
A generation lost in space
With no time left to start again
So come on, Graham be nimble, Graham be quick
Graham Mertz sat on a candlestick
'Cause touchdowns are the devil's only friend
Oh, and as they watched Slingblade try to engage
Their hands were clenched in fists of rage
No angel born in ****
Could break that Satan's spell
And as the flames climbed high into the night
To light the sacrificial rite
They saw Satan laughing with delight
The day the Gator class died
Billy was singin', "Bye-bye, class that's in the Top Five"
Drove his Wagon to Payne's Prairie, but The Prairie was dry
Them good old Gates were drinkin' whiskey 'n Rye
And singin', "This'll be the day that we die
This'll be the day that we die"
I met a Gator who sang the blues
And I asked her for some happy news
But she just frowned and turned away
I went down to the main bookstore
Where I'd heard Gator music years before
But the man there said Gator music wouldn't play
And in the streets, the Gators screamed
The alums cried and the boosters dreamed
But not a word was spoken
The stadium seats all were broken
And the three men they admire most
The Urban, Steve, and Tebow Ghost
They caught the last train for the coast
The day the Gator class died
And they were singin', "Bye-bye, class that's in the Top Five"
Drove G-Wagons to Payne's Prairie, but The Prairie was dry
And Them good old Gates were drinkin' whiskey 'n Rye
Singin', "This'll be the day that we die
This'll be the day that we die"
They were singin', "Bye-bye, class that's in the Top Five"
Drove G-Wagons to Payne's Prairie, but The Prairie was dry
Them good old Gates were drinkin' whiskey 'n Rye
Singin', "This'll be the day that we die"
