NC State’s loss to East Carolina was the Wolfpack’s seventh in a row. That’s a level of awfulness that hasn’t happened in Raleigh since 1959. There’s only one way to mark this momentous occasion, folks. We gotta do it in song form. Hit it, Coach!
(Tonight I’m gonna party like it’s) 1959
By Chucked Amato
I was dreamin’ I could coach here
Forgive me if we go astray
But when I woke up this mornin’
Could have sworn it was judgment day
The crowd was all purple
There were goobers drinkin’ everywhere
Tryin’ to see the Pack destruction
You’d think I didn’t even care
It was
Two thousand zero, zero, when I started —
Whoops! Out of time!
So tonight I’m gonna party
Like it’s 1959!
I was dreamin’ I could coach here
So sue me if we just don’t win
But it’s just a game of inches
And we played our fannies off like men
Breaks are all against us
My mind says we came to fight
So now I gotta go
Can’t you gimme one more break tonight
It was
Two thousand zero, zero, when I started —
Whoops! Out of time!
So tonight I’m gonna party
Like it’s 1959!
1959!
If you must come to fire me
Don’t bother knockin’ on my door
I heard the line on the broadcast
Eleven quarters, no TD scored
Yeah, that Marc Trestman is a bomb
Scoring drives were as rare as gold
But look at him, he wears glasses
He’s a genius, or so I’m told
It was
Two thousand zero, zero, when I started —
Whoops! Out of time!
(I’m running out of time!)
So tonight I’m gonna party
Like it’s 1959!
It was
Two thousand zero, zero, when I started —
Whoops! Out of time!
So tonight I’m gonna party
Like it’s 1959!
Just like it’s 1959!
You say it, 1959!
1959!
1959! Not since, not since
Say it one more time!
1959!
