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In town called Lawrence, that once burned so brightly,

They built what’s been called, a basketball heaven.

But the sport of football, was not quite as pop’lar,

Only been a tradition, since two thousand seven.

In a lifetime of fail you had one decent player,

Rocking the jorts, a qb named Todd.

But Mizzou brought the blitz, and Todd quickly discovered,

How little he liked the Arrowhead sod.

Things went downhill, the fans fled for bball,

Lew Perkins had Mark, close up his affairs.

And then an o-lineman, got a bit flirty,

So Tyshawn Taylor, threw him down the stairs.

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Where, oh where, are you tonight?

Why did you leave us here all alone?

We searched the world over and thought we’d found true love,

You used a swear word and PHBBBBT you were gone.

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Lew thought up a plan, one day on the treadmill,

A big time hire, to the world he would show!

He called up Jim Harbaugh and offered a contract,

But Harbaugh refused to give up his bowl.

Lew was in a bind, his program was reeling,

Indictments had thrown, his plans out of whack.

With one desperate move, he found a solution,

Just grab some coach, from out of the MAC.

Turner Gill, inher’ted a program,

That very swift, had gone to the birds,

He rolled up his sleeves, and made a commandment,

From now on, there’d be no more bad words.

Recruit, recruit, beat down Missouri,

Win the Big XII and then he would preen.

But Turner Gill’s plan, hit one major hurdle,

His conference record was 1 and 15.

One last chance to save, his ruined reputation,

Spotted ten points, he let out a roar!

But it turns out, there’s two halves of football,

And that’s how KU, lost the last Border War.

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Where, oh where, are you tonight?

Why did you leave us here all alone?

We searched the world over and thought we’d found true love,

You used a swear word and PHBBBBT you were gone.

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Your Orange Bowl win, was the height of your program,

Fortune and fame, bought with smooth talk and booze!

But like Al Bundy at Polk, one moment of glory,

Gives way to you, selling women’s shoes.

And now you say, you don’t give a flip,

If the Border War ends, so that’s how you’ll be.

If that’s what you want, goodbye from Mizzou-rah.

We’ll flip you a Jayhawk, from the SEC.