I pray to thee for some heavenly love,
"Dear my Lord, God above,
All was well in the very beginning,
Shortly before they started winning,
How could you hand us to these heathens I say?
A team alone, not as good as the unbeaten yet to play,
Chizik is gone! All should be well!
Alas though, only time can tell,
The game is over, only a minute left,
Time to start over, this season bereft,
But look above! Look at this! Could it be?
A present from heaven, wrapped in luck for me,
Thank you Lord, I must admit,
Because without you, Auburn ain't shit."