The way the Missouri Tigers, those ruin-ers
Of our best happiness, from beating the Sooners,
Sent us into a bleak dark funk
And Cups of pain and bile were drunk
As we were forced into an evil replay
Against Oklahoma land-thieves
Against our will,
On a new year's day...
Well, those Black & Gold eaters of roadkill,
Hung-over from their big win
Over the dirt-burglars in Columbia,
Came to Lincoln prideful, in sin,
And got their butts kicked instead
By the good guys in red,
Who got the final laugh today
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