A Plea to Coach Cal

Blue Shoes to Blue Grass

A few years ago, the foundation was laid
The city alive with the games we played
Wagner and Washington, big in a pinch
The city alive like when we had Finch
Not much time til we start to dance
The city alive, and we're in a trance
Hit a few hurdles when we're down to 8
The city alive, next year we can't wait
Break the wall down to 4, to 2
The city alive, look what we can do
Only gunned down by a blind man's luck
The city cries, the bell has struck
Now the grass is bluer on the other side
But come on Cal, the city's still alive