[Intro — eerie synth wobble, funky bass enters] Attention, Fresno… Please keep your hands, Your candy, And your quarterback Inside the stadium. Benny’s loose. [Drums kick in] Aw, here we go! [Verse 1 — playful, rhythmic] Halloween and the lights come on, Something orange moving across your lawn. Little red collar, little Bulldog growl— He was barking earlier, where’s he now? There’s a big buck grin at the stadium gate, Wearing black boots and running late. Security said, “Can I see that pass?” Benny chewed the clipboard clean in half! [Pre-Chorus — backing vocals build] Five straight coming down the road, Got a little something that you can’t control. Three hundred minutes, never been behind— Now that’s enough to mess with your mind! [Chorus — melodic lead, shouted responses] WHO LET THE BEAVS IN? Whole place jumping, lights gone dim! ORANGE AT THE DOOR! Everybody stomp—give ’em one more! Hey! Hey! Shake this town! Can’t keep the Beavers down! WHO LET THE BEAVS IN? Now the trouble can begin! [Post-Chorus — bass hook, backing singers] Orange! Black! Something moving in the back! Look once! Look twice! Benny’s having one hell of a night! [Verse 2] Atkinson takes one look downfield, That little pump fake makes it all too real. Jesse Legree disappears in the haze— Your corner’s still looking where he was three plays! Fourteen touchdowns, that boy’s got tricks, Show him daylight, he’ll turn it to six. Newberry catches, hits that gear— Eighty-eight yards and he’s outta here! [Spoken — bass continues] You had him covered? Well… Where’d he go? [Chorus] WHO LET THE BEAVS IN? Whole place jumping, lights gone dim! ORANGE AT THE DOOR! Everybody stomp—give ’em one more! Hey! Hey! Shake this town! Can’t keep the Beavers down! WHO LET THE BEAVS IN? Now the trouble can begin! [Verse 3 — guitar scratches, synth answers] Coach Shephard walking with that look, Mitch Dahlen’s opening the little black book. Used to work here, knows the place— Now he’s bringing orange to your doorstep, babe! Send one in motion, send one deep, Somebody’s losing a little more sleep. Takari Hickle coming round that side— Quarterback looking for a place to hide! [Spoken] That pocket getting smaller? Funny how that happens. [Instrumental — bass, bright synth hook, handclaps] [Breakdown — conversational lead and crowd] Who brought the orange? (WE DID!) Who brought the black? (WE DID!) Who said the Beavers Would never come back? [Brief silence] Well… This is awkward. [Band slams back in] Five in a row and we’re looking for six! Rolled into Fresno with a bag full of tricks! You can lock that gate, you can shut that door— Benny’s got teeth, and he wants some more! [Bridge — eerie chords, half-whispered] They put us down in a wooden box, Covered it up with dirt and rocks. Heard a little scratching underneath— Somebody forgot about the teeth. Now there’s an empty hole in the ground, Orange footprints all over town. You thought that lid was gonna hold? [Spoken, laughing] Buddy. That was cedar. [Dance break — funky bass, crowd claps] Left foot! Right foot! Shake those stadium seats! Hands up! Heads up! Watch Legree get free! Orange! Black! Bring that whole bass line back! Go Beavs! Get loud! Let ’em hear that traveling crowd! [Final Chorus — stacked vocals, bigger synth fills] WHO LET THE BEAVS IN? Whole place jumping, lights gone dim! ORANGE AT THE DOOR! Everybody stomp—give ’em one more! Hey! Hey! Shake this town! Can’t keep the Beavers down! WHO LET THE BEAVS IN? Now the trouble can begin! [Outro — repeated hook over fading groove] Who let the Beavs in? (WHO LET ’EM IN?) Who let the Beavs in? (THERE HE GOES AGAIN!) Five straight wins— Got a taste for six! Oregon State And a bag full of tricks! [Spoken] Fresno… Somebody’s eating your goalposts. [Chainsaw rev, final bass pop]
