There's a coach who is bold
Coaches the good old black and gold
And he’s beaming a stare way to Kelly
When he gets there he knows
If he gets really close
With a step Kelly moves nearer to him
Ooh ooh ooh ooh ooh
And he's buying a stare way to Kelly
There's a T coming up
Frannie’s boiling, yup
Because he knows Izzo gets what he came for
In a three by the guard
There's a fall coming hard
Sometimes our D stops no penetration
Ooh, it makes me wonder
Ooh, it makes me wonder
There's a feeling I get
When I look to the bench
And my spirit is crying for Joe T.
In my thoughts I have seen
Beloved Carver ice cream
And the quiet of those who sit knitting
Ooh, it makes me wonder
Ooh, it really makes me wonder
And it's whispered so large
If we all call the charge
Then the Izzo will lead us to victory
But a new five does dawn
For fans who stay on
And announcers will blather with babble
Oh whoa-whoa-whoa, oh-oh
If there's a hustle in your pressure, so be it
It's just a tune up for the March mad
Yes, there are two tourneys to go to, but in the long run
There's still time to make the one that counts
And it makes me wonder
Oh, whoa
Your shooters are humming and it all goes
In case you don't know
Pfeifer’s calling you to rumble
Dear Frannie, can you hear the whistle blow?
And did you know
Your stare way lies on the Carver Court?
And as we head to Bloomington
Our shooting goes from good to none
There walk officials we all know
Who blow shiny whistles for the show
How everything still turns to red
And if you listen with proper dread
The tune will come to you at last
The road again kicks our ass
To be a 9 and not Dayton-bound
And he's using a stare way to Kelly
Coaches the good old black and gold
And he’s beaming a stare way to Kelly
When he gets there he knows
If he gets really close
With a step Kelly moves nearer to him
Ooh ooh ooh ooh ooh
And he's buying a stare way to Kelly
There's a T coming up
Frannie’s boiling, yup
Because he knows Izzo gets what he came for
In a three by the guard
There's a fall coming hard
Sometimes our D stops no penetration
Ooh, it makes me wonder
Ooh, it makes me wonder
There's a feeling I get
When I look to the bench
And my spirit is crying for Joe T.
In my thoughts I have seen
Beloved Carver ice cream
And the quiet of those who sit knitting
Ooh, it makes me wonder
Ooh, it really makes me wonder
And it's whispered so large
If we all call the charge
Then the Izzo will lead us to victory
But a new five does dawn
For fans who stay on
And announcers will blather with babble
Oh whoa-whoa-whoa, oh-oh
If there's a hustle in your pressure, so be it
It's just a tune up for the March mad
Yes, there are two tourneys to go to, but in the long run
There's still time to make the one that counts
And it makes me wonder
Oh, whoa
Your shooters are humming and it all goes
In case you don't know
Pfeifer’s calling you to rumble
Dear Frannie, can you hear the whistle blow?
And did you know
Your stare way lies on the Carver Court?
And as we head to Bloomington
Our shooting goes from good to none
There walk officials we all know
Who blow shiny whistles for the show
How everything still turns to red
And if you listen with proper dread
The tune will come to you at last
The road again kicks our ass
To be a 9 and not Dayton-bound
And he's using a stare way to Kelly
