VERSE 1] We built it up from nothing, from the bottom of the pile Put on the blue and white and stayed a good long while You came in as a savior, had us dreaming big again But the second something glitters, boy, you’re gone with the wind Ryan Odom, two seasons, tipped his hat and hit the door Danny Sprinkle, one and done, we barely knew the score Calhoun stuck around for two, then vanished like the rest But none of ’em could top the man who stabbed us in the chest [CHORUS] Craig Smith in the middle of the night Packed his bags and killed the lights Traded blue for red, called it a promotion Son, that’s a lateral move with a losing notion You can’t recruit, you can’t come home You made your bed, now sleep alone Don’t you knock on our door with that grin on your face You lost your spot, you lost your place [VERSE 2] We gave you everything, the Cache Valley air The faithful fanbase showing up and always being there You built it — yeah, we’ll give you that — but we laid the foundation Then you crawled to our rival like it was some kind of salvation The Utes were worse, and brother you knew it Took the money anyway, we saw right through it Now the program’s stalled and you want a second chance? We’d sooner watch a tumbleweed do a victory dance [CHORUS] Craig Smith in the middle of the night Packed his bags and killed the lights Traded blue for red, called it a promotion Son, that’s a lateral move with a losing notion You can’t recruit, you can’t come home You made your bed, now sleep alone Don’t you knock on our door with that grin on your face You lost your spot, you lost your place [BRIDGE — spoken/half-sung] You wanna come back? Oh that’s rich. Here’s the deal, Coach — The day you show up to a press conference in a sleeveless shirt, that’s the day we talk. So… never. Never ever ever. [OUTRO CHORUS — bigger, anthem mode] We are the Aggies, we’ve seen it before You can leave in the night but we’ll still keep score One and done, two and through, it’s the same old song But Logan, Utah? Logan stays strong So take your buyout, take your pride The door’s not open — it’s locked from inside Blue and white ‘til the mountains fall Craig Smith? We don’t recall.
