Twas the night before the Liberty Bowl
when all through Memphis,
not a creature was stirring,
not even Bocephus!
The tortillas all hung
along the goalposts with care,
In hopes that Raider Red
soon would be there!
The players were nestled
all safe in their beds,
with visions of Scoreboard
dancing in their heads!
And coaches with their whistles
wrapped around their necks,
watched game film after film,
creating schemes designed to wreck!
When out on the field
there arose such a clatter,
Joey sprang from the chalkboard
to see what was the matter!
Away to the window
he ran like a like a flash,
tore open the shutters
and threw up the sash!
The moon on the breast
on the lush green grass,
the Double T logo
shone like brass!
When what to his wandering eyes
should appear,
but a figure shadowed
on a horse dark as fear!
With a spring across the field
as quick as a jet fighter,
he knew in a moment
it must be the Masked Rider!
More rapid than aggies,
his courses they came,
as he whistled and shouted
and called the players by name:
"Now Hammond,
now Brooks,
now Boyd,
now Brown,
on Conyers,
on Carter,
on Hughes,
an' Garcia!"
"To the top of the stadium,
to the top of the wall,
now wreck 'em, wreck 'em,
wreck 'em all!"
So, up to the press box
the Masked Rider flew,
with a sleigh full of tortillas,
and Scoreboard too!
And then in a twinkling
Joey heard on the roof,
the prancing and pawing
of each mighty hoof!
As he drew in his head
and was turning around,
down the chimney Raider Red
came with a bound!
He was dressed in deep red
from his foot to his head,
and guns hung in his holster,
ready and loaded with lead!
A bundle of tortillas
he had flung on his back,
and he looked like Yosemite Sam
just opening his pack!
His drawl little mouth
was drawn up like a bow,
and the cowboy hat on his head
was a white as the snow!
A wink of his eye
and a nod of his head,
soon let Joey know
he had nothing to dread!
Raider Red didn't speak
but went straight to his work,
and flung tortillas,
and started to twerk!
He turned to leave
and gave Joey a smile,
They both knew they'd beat
the piggies by a mile!
And Raider Red gave a Guns Up
no reason why,
And Joey merely smiled and shouted
"Let the tortillas fly!"
when all through Memphis,
not a creature was stirring,
not even Bocephus!
The tortillas all hung
along the goalposts with care,
In hopes that Raider Red
soon would be there!
The players were nestled
all safe in their beds,
with visions of Scoreboard
dancing in their heads!
And coaches with their whistles
wrapped around their necks,
watched game film after film,
creating schemes designed to wreck!
When out on the field
there arose such a clatter,
Joey sprang from the chalkboard
to see what was the matter!
Away to the window
he ran like a like a flash,
tore open the shutters
and threw up the sash!
The moon on the breast
on the lush green grass,
the Double T logo
shone like brass!
When what to his wandering eyes
should appear,
but a figure shadowed
on a horse dark as fear!
With a spring across the field
as quick as a jet fighter,
he knew in a moment
it must be the Masked Rider!
More rapid than aggies,
his courses they came,
as he whistled and shouted
and called the players by name:
"Now Hammond,
now Brooks,
now Boyd,
now Brown,
on Conyers,
on Carter,
on Hughes,
an' Garcia!"
"To the top of the stadium,
to the top of the wall,
now wreck 'em, wreck 'em,
wreck 'em all!"
So, up to the press box
the Masked Rider flew,
with a sleigh full of tortillas,
and Scoreboard too!
And then in a twinkling
Joey heard on the roof,
the prancing and pawing
of each mighty hoof!
As he drew in his head
and was turning around,
down the chimney Raider Red
came with a bound!
He was dressed in deep red
from his foot to his head,
and guns hung in his holster,
ready and loaded with lead!
A bundle of tortillas
he had flung on his back,
and he looked like Yosemite Sam
just opening his pack!
His drawl little mouth
was drawn up like a bow,
and the cowboy hat on his head
was a white as the snow!
A wink of his eye
and a nod of his head,
soon let Joey know
he had nothing to dread!
Raider Red didn't speak
but went straight to his work,
and flung tortillas,
and started to twerk!
He turned to leave
and gave Joey a smile,
They both knew they'd beat
the piggies by a mile!
And Raider Red gave a Guns Up
no reason why,
And Joey merely smiled and shouted
"Let the tortillas fly!"