Twas’ the night before game day and all through Aggieland
Not an aggie could sleep not even Sumlin
The jerseys were hung in the locker room with care
In anticipation that Alabama would soon be here
The players were nestled all snug in their beds
While visions of AJ McCarron crying danced in their heads
Out on Kyle Field they’d soon make a clatter,
To prove Mark May wrong, A&M should and does matter
The Aggies as always should score in a flash
Regardless or not if someone recently got some extra cash
And the crowd anxious for Johnny to appear,
While Nick Saban in his cargo shorts will shudder in fear,
With a little sophomore quarterback so lively and quick,
Sumlin knew in a moment it should be easy to beat Nick.
More rapid than eagles our players they came,
And Sumlin whistled and shouted and called them by name:
"Now, Sabian! Now, Deshazor! Now Ricky Seals Jones!
On, Evans! On, Malena! Clay Honeycutt Go home!
Hey defense get out there! Quick your asses you have to haul!
Boys where is the tackling? This isn’t the wrecking crew at all!"
And then, in that instance, he saw on the field
A turn in the tide and our fate might be sealed
As I cried in my seat in hopes this game would turn around,
Down the field Johnny came with a bound.
A Heisman trophy he had on his back,
And he looked just like a hero taking charge on his pack.
His eyes—how they sparkled! His jersey, how clean!
His face drew emotion. "Its time for business" he screamed.
His offseason had been scandalous with media spinning lies
But Johnny didn’t care for this now was his time.
With a cashin out, a fake autograph and a twist of his head
Soon he let me know I had nothing to dread;
He spoke not a word, but went straight to his work,
Even tackling McCarron thanks for waking me up you jerk!
He scored touchdown after touchdown for a comeback lead
The stadium couldn’t believe it
Had we really again beat the number one team?
And I heard him exclaim, as he disappeared out of sight—
"Happy Bama win to all, and Fuck off ESPN stop caring about my