re: The Destruction of the Corn Dogs

And the Tide, well, they'd rather cheat than lose, some snuff in their lip, they wear no shoes...They call us "Corn Dogs," they say our new look, but it's ettouffe and gumbo we internationally cook...They know they can't win without those Bayou Boys, they buy Amite with cash and cheap plastic toys (a debit card for the gumps who can't think)...They hold on the line and the SEC office is their lair, a commissioner who won't challenge them, he just won't dare...What is the truth Bama knows of themselves? Arrogance and entitlement has cast its spell...They yell "Roll Tide" and pull for their team, but the inside of those college classrooms they have never seen...And in the end we'd really like to wish them best, but success they can't handle, much like incest.