The Ballad of Jimbo Fisher (Sung to the Tune of “Gilligan’s Island”)
Hear the original.
Now listen to the Jim-Loss Fisher Version.
Just sit right back and you'll hear a tale,
A tale how a program slipped
That started from the moment when,
Jimbo won that 'ship.
Jim’s mate was a mighty lonely gal,
With football she was bored
But she met a Gator named Taylor J,
And in her end zone he did score.
Her end zone he did score.
The weather started getting rough,
The Mighty Noles got tossed,
Right off the field by a flock of Ducks
in a bitter 40 point loss. A bitter 40 point loss.
Big Jim was left with no QBs,
cept' a fat kid named McGuire
Charles Kelly too,
Jimbo said, fuck my liiiife,
I'm movin on
To the Aggies of A&M
Where they won't bang my ex-wiiiiiiife.
So this is the tale of our Seminoles,
that Big Jim left behind
With War Daddies and the Gulf Coast O
Fans wish that they were blind.
With new coaches and new attitudes
They’ll do their very best,
To douse this raging dumpster fire
But it will be a test.
No line, no D, no talent left,
but a skinny ass QB,
Unless Clemson gets Hepatitis
We can’t win the ACC.
So join us here each week my friend,
We Hope to crack a smile
While watching Seminoles’ football
While we try to not to puke bile.