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A Cawtnol Christmas Story:
'Twas the week before Dream Game, and all through the Blue house
Lots of Cat fans were stirring, sayin' Tubby's a louse
Their heads are hung low, after IU brought despair
With no hope in sight, 'cause St. Rick soon will be there
Cat fans lay awake, just shaking in bed
While visions of Shegari air balls, dance in their heads
Sayin', "Sparks is a Turd, this team is for crap,
We were creamed by the Hoosiers, I need a long winter's nap."
On the message boards and talk shows, there arose such a clatter
'Cause 'Ol Rick's gonna hand 'em, their ass on a platter
Cat fans have now turned on their own, they're not talkin' trash
They've thrown in the towel, and it's Tubby they bash
The dawn of a new season, and the new AP Poll
Gives the Cat fans visions, of a new NIT low
Soon, what to their wondering eyes will appear
A man with dark hair, and lots of good cheer
With Willard and Menzies, so lively and quick
They'll know in a moment it must be St Rick
More rapid than Hoosiers his Cardinals they'll come
And he'll whistle, and shout out, "Beat the Cats like a drum!"
"Now Taquan! Now, Tello! Now, Padgett and Jenkins!
On, TWill! On, Johnson! On, Perrin, keep Pressin'!"
All over the court! Keep their backs to the wall!
Now dish away! Hit the Trey! Bang Boards for the ball!"
As dry leaves that before the wild hurricane fly
Cat fans see big trouble, in Rick's Cards who can sky
Soon down to Rupp the Cards they will swoop
With Rick's bag full of tricks, and all of his troops
Yes, soon, in a twinkling, they'll hear on the roof
The dribbling and footsteps of Cards on the hoof
Now they're shakin' their heads, with no hope to be found
'Cause they know St Rick is soon to a bound
He'll be dressed in Armani, from his head to his toe
And his team will be ready, to kick ass and roll
No bundle of Toys will be flung on his back
And he'll look like a million, as the Cardinals attack
His eyes-how they twinkle! His dimples-how merry!
Their weakness he'll expose, like Sparks and Shegari
Our Top Ten team will kill 'em they know
Like Iowa, IU, and the Tar Heels, as they watch their season go
The fuming of the Cat fans, makes them grit their teeth
And the smoke it encircles their heads like a wreath
They all have sad faces, and they're sick to their belly
'Cause their Cats are as soft, as a bowlful of jelly!
Led by Chubby and Sparks, a right testy little elf
I laugh when I think of, the Cats in the NIT to myself!
A wink of Rick's eye and a twist of his head
Will soon give them to know they have everything to dread
He'll have lots to say, and go straight to his work
Of skinning the Wildcats, as they call him a jerk
And laying his finger aside of his nose
He'll give them a nod, as from the Rupp court he goes!
The Wildcats he'll slay, then to his team give a whistle
And away they'll all fly, like the down of a thistle
I can't wait to hear him exclaim, as he drives out of sight,
"Happy Cardinal Christmas to all, and to the Cats a good-NITe!"
'Twas the week before Dream Game, and all through the Blue house
Lots of Cat fans were stirring, sayin' Tubby's a louse
Their heads are hung low, after IU brought despair
With no hope in sight, 'cause St. Rick soon will be there
Cat fans lay awake, just shaking in bed
While visions of Shegari air balls, dance in their heads
Sayin', "Sparks is a Turd, this team is for crap,
We were creamed by the Hoosiers, I need a long winter's nap."
On the message boards and talk shows, there arose such a clatter
'Cause 'Ol Rick's gonna hand 'em, their ass on a platter
Cat fans have now turned on their own, they're not talkin' trash
They've thrown in the towel, and it's Tubby they bash
The dawn of a new season, and the new AP Poll
Gives the Cat fans visions, of a new NIT low
Soon, what to their wondering eyes will appear
A man with dark hair, and lots of good cheer
With Willard and Menzies, so lively and quick
They'll know in a moment it must be St Rick
More rapid than Hoosiers his Cardinals they'll come
And he'll whistle, and shout out, "Beat the Cats like a drum!"
"Now Taquan! Now, Tello! Now, Padgett and Jenkins!
On, TWill! On, Johnson! On, Perrin, keep Pressin'!"
All over the court! Keep their backs to the wall!
Now dish away! Hit the Trey! Bang Boards for the ball!"
As dry leaves that before the wild hurricane fly
Cat fans see big trouble, in Rick's Cards who can sky
Soon down to Rupp the Cards they will swoop
With Rick's bag full of tricks, and all of his troops
Yes, soon, in a twinkling, they'll hear on the roof
The dribbling and footsteps of Cards on the hoof
Now they're shakin' their heads, with no hope to be found
'Cause they know St Rick is soon to a bound
He'll be dressed in Armani, from his head to his toe
And his team will be ready, to kick ass and roll
No bundle of Toys will be flung on his back
And he'll look like a million, as the Cardinals attack
His eyes-how they twinkle! His dimples-how merry!
Their weakness he'll expose, like Sparks and Shegari
Our Top Ten team will kill 'em they know
Like Iowa, IU, and the Tar Heels, as they watch their season go
The fuming of the Cat fans, makes them grit their teeth
And the smoke it encircles their heads like a wreath
They all have sad faces, and they're sick to their belly
'Cause their Cats are as soft, as a bowlful of jelly!
Led by Chubby and Sparks, a right testy little elf
I laugh when I think of, the Cats in the NIT to myself!
A wink of Rick's eye and a twist of his head
Will soon give them to know they have everything to dread
He'll have lots to say, and go straight to his work
Of skinning the Wildcats, as they call him a jerk
And laying his finger aside of his nose
He'll give them a nod, as from the Rupp court he goes!
The Wildcats he'll slay, then to his team give a whistle
And away they'll all fly, like the down of a thistle
I can't wait to hear him exclaim, as he drives out of sight,
"Happy Cardinal Christmas to all, and to the Cats a good-NITe!"