Ode to the App's

They came from the hills

to the land of the Tiger

seeking gridiron thrills

in the land of the Tiger

The hopes and the dreams

powered wild rebel screams

that day on the field of the Tiger.


:nana:


And the travelling throng

was liquored up so strong

On bootleg white lightning

that day on the field of the Tiger

:cheers: :cheers:

Armanti Edwards, they would say

would be the great hero this day

In the land on the field of the Tiger

:nana: :nana: :nana: :nana:

Kickoff came, in the heat and the rain

Armanti ran left, and then he ran right

That day on the field of the Tiger

Armanti's OL could not spare his pain

The GREAT TIGER DEFENSE was his plight

That day on the field of the Tiger



Halftime came, the score shone clear

Those hopes and dreams did disappear

The appholes would not rise again

Armanti's out, they've taped his shin

That day in the land of the Tiger

:wah: :wah: :wah:

They played on pride, Armanti gave em a cheer

That whole long second half on the side lines

Tigers tore 'em up and down and showed no fear

Not listening to any of the Apphole whines

:banghead:

Please Tigers, don't run up the score,

At halftime it was nil to twenty-four

and now it's up to an embarrassing forty-two

if it goes over fifty, what on earth will we do

They cried that day in the land on the field of the Tiger

:wah: :wah: :wah: :wah: :wah: :wah: :wah:

When the final gun cracked

They knew they were whacked

That day on the field of the Tiger

Nil to the Appholes, 52 to the Tiger