Florida flies in thinking this is just another road stop — this porch has been flying my colors since Sunday and Saturday they find out whose house it really is. Tell me you're showing up early for a spot on this side of the yard.
Florida flies in thinking this is just another road stop — this porch has been flying my colors since Sunday and Saturday they find out whose house it really is. Tell me you're showing up early for a spot on this side of the yard.
Dallas got their field goal, so now Florida gets my full attention — and nobody survives that. I'm in the shower washing off the loss, and I can't decide if you'd even be allowed in here. Bet you couldn't keep your hands to yourself for a minute.
Back from Dallas with a loss I plan to make Florida pay for — nobody walks into my house and gets away with it. The fridge won and I'm not sorry about it. You'd better knock before you come looking for me.
A 47-yard walk-off field goal and I'm still lying here staring at the ceiling about it. The burnt orange stays on until we get our rematch — somebody come make me feel better about the whole thing.
Tailgate's in full swing outside the Cotton Bowl and I've got a corny dog in one hand and Oklahoma fans pretending not to stare in the other direction. Score predictions before kickoff — make them good.
Game day is finally here and this outfit earned its spot weeks ago — now I just have to survive the hours until kickoff. Tell me you're wearing my colors too.
Checked in and Dallas is already split down the middle — half burnt orange, half crimson, and by tomorrow night only my half will be laughing. One more sleep until I own the Cotton Bowl. Tell me where you're watching from.
Lucky jersey's washed, lucky socks are drying, and Oklahoma has no idea what's waiting for them at the Cotton Bowl. I don't mess with superstition, I feed it. Tell me your game-day ritual and I'll tell you if it's good enough.
Couldn't sit still with the game three days out, so I took it out on the court instead — still haven't lost to anyone. You'd last about one rally with me.
Still number one for a fourth straight week, and apparently I celebrate best alone with the lamp still on. Tell me you'd handle a streak like mine better.