How are you feeling about Billy - waiting for results on the field?
Do you think he’ll turn recruiting around? He’s in a hole- beyond NIL - because of staff resumes and experience I think.
I have a feeling that Billy is going to need to make a fiddle-playin' bet with the devil in order to get to 8 wins...
The devil went down to Flor'da, he was lookin' for a soul to steal
He was in a bind 'cause he was way behind
And he was willin' to make a deal
When he came across this young man blowin' on a whistle and playin' it hot
And the devil jumped up on a hickory stump
And said, "boy, let me tell you what"
"I guess you didn't know it but I'm a football coach too
And if you'd care to take a dare, I'll make a bet with you
Now you coach a pretty good team, boy
But give the devil his due
I'll bet 8 big wins against your soul
'Cause I think I'm better than you"
The boy said, "my name's Billy and it might be a sin
But I'll take your bet, you're gonna regret
'Cause I'm the best there's ever been"
Billy, lick your lips real good and blow your whistle hard
'Cause ****'s broke loose in Flor'da, and the devil deals the cards
And if you win, you get 8 victories to hold
But if you lose, the devil gets your soul
The devil opened up his playbook, he said, "I'll start this show"
And fire flew from his fingertips as he called for old Tebow
So he pulled Tebow across the field
And he made a evil hiss
Then a band of demons joined in
And it sounded something like this
When the devil finished, Billy said, "well, you're pretty good, ol' son
But sit down in that chair right there
And let me show you how it's done"
"Single back formation" run boys, run
The devil's in the House of the Gaytor Sun
Urban in a bread pan pickin' out dough
Danny, does your dog bite? No, child, no
The devil bowed his head because he knew that he'd been beat
And he laid those eight victories on the ground at Billy's feet
Billy said, "Devil, just come on back if you ever wanna try again
I done told you once you son of a *****, I'm the best that's ever been"
He played "SIngle Back Formation" run boys, run
The devil's in the House of the Gaytor Sun
The Urban in a bread pan pickin' out dough
Danny, will your dog bite? No child, no