Twas the night before kickoff and in every house
not a fan was sleeping, just ask their spouse.
The coolers were packed full of bratwurst and beer.
It's almost September and football is here.
We're choosing our outfits, our black and our gold,
I swear this excitement will never get old.
The buses will stop, the team will unload.
They'll be fired up, ready to explode.
On Sasser! On Murphy! On Ray and Mauk!
On Golden! On Boehm! We're ready to rock!
The cannon will fire, the band starts to play,
the stands will be full, it's finally game day!
Every True Son exclaims all through The Zou
Fight Tigers, Fight for ol' Mizzou!