With Ryan and Jason. Sing along with this:

The light glows white on the snow tonight

A Lincoln summer's night for me

A kingdom made of cut-off sweats

And Capital One Bowl tees

Couldn't keep it in, can't wring my hands

Not to be myself, no "fuck the fans"

Conceal, don't feel, don't let them know

Well now they knowwwwww



Let it Bo, Let it Bo

Gonna love my nine and four

Let it Bo, let it Bo

Bring my cat right through that dooooor

I don't care what they're going to saaaaay

Let the corn rage ooonnnnnnnn

At least I don't coach in Piscataway



It's funny how some distance

Makes life seem so funny

Like when they fired Solich

For going nine and three

And how I used to worry

About them firing me

It's time to see what I can do

We'll beat Iowa but not Purdue

I'll have you know I've got a plan:

"Don't Be Callahan"



Let it Bo, Let it Bo

Show the world I can really da-ah-aaance

Let it Bo, Let it Bo

Thought my ass looked great in those paaaants

Here I stand

With balls in hand

Let the corn rage oooooooonnnnnnn



My power grows with each fuck that I don't give

Grew up in Youngstown so you know I tote a shiv

Like the sea inside a shell, press an ear up to my ass

Haters I don't care about, I fart them out like gaaaaassssssss



Let it Bo, let it Bo

Fire me, I'll go pet some cats

Let it Bo, let it Bo

Go to Culver's, eat some fats

Here I stand, with balls in hand

Let the corn rage ooooonnnnnnnnn---



I'll go to ESPN and work Saturdays