Well Kirby was coaching Georgia
He was lookin' for a win to steal
He was in a bind 'cause he was way behind
And he was willin' to make a deal
When he came across this young man
Running an offense and it was running hot
And Kirby jumped up on a hickory stump
And said, "Paul, let me tell you what"
"You probably didn't know it
But I've won national titles too
And if you care to take a dare
I'll just make a bet with you"
"Now you play a pretty good offense, boy
But give KIRBY smart his due
I'll bet a fiddle of gold against your soul
I think I'm better than you"
The guy said, "I'm Coach Johnson
And it might be a sin
But I'm gonna take your bet, you're gonna regret
I'm the best there's ever been"
Johnson rosined up his bow and played his blocking hard
'Cause the option broke loose in Athens and the refs all deal the cards
And if you win you get this shiny trophy made of gold
But if you lose the Kirby gets to gloat
Kirby opened up his case
And he said, "I'll start this show"
And cash flew from his fingertips
As he paid the players some more
And then he paid the referees
And they gave him a big kiss
And a band of dawgs joined in
And it sounded something like this
Wufwufwufwuf
When the barking finished
Paul said, "Well you're pretty dumb old son
But you just sit down in that chair right there
I'm gonna show you how this stuff's done"
He called, 'Midline option', run trips, run
Right tackle hitting so hard the Mike backer is stunned
A back on the edges look at him go
Larry, will your dog tackle him? No child, no
Well that ol' dawg bowed his head
Because he knew that he'd been beat
And he laid that golden trophy
Down on the ground at Paul's feet
Paul said, "Kirby, just come on back
If you ever wanna try again
I done told you once you son of a Richt
I'm the best there's ever been"
He called, 'Midline option', run trips, run
Right tackle hitting so hard the Mike backer is stunned
A back on the edges look at him go
Larry, does will your dog tackle him? No child, no