Take me to a taproom,

Pull me an IPA.

Ain’t no Pabst gonna do it,

The Gamecocks played today.

 

Most talented team ever,

All the sportswriters said,

But when the game clock expired,

My hopes were also dead.

 

So here we go again,

A dozen or so Saturdays shot.

Ought to cancel my ESPN

And buy me a pound of pot.

 

But Hope is a powerful drug,

And patterns easy to ignore.

So sure as hell next Saturday,

I’ll be cursing our failure to score.

 

So take me to a taproom,

Pull me an IPA,

Ain’t no Pabst gonna do it,

The Gamecocks played today.