Banjo Bowl Opening song

Opening Song (Song to the Tune, Mama don’t let your babies grow up to be cowboys (by Willie Nelson)

Mama don’t let your babies grow up to be Riders

Don’t let ’em pick noses and drive their tractors
Make ’em be accountants and physios and such

Mama don’t let your babies grow up to be Riders
They might win at home but away they’re alone
Even to the Bombers they’ll lose

Riders ain’t easy to love and they’re defense can’t hold
And on this fall day they’re no match for Blue and the gold
Last week they beat us but now ex-rider Jyles will be our starter today

And if the receivers can find him and he don’t get sacked
He’ll chase the damn riders away

 

 

Mama don’t let your babies grow up to be Riders
Don’t let ’em pick noses and drive their tractors
Make ’em be accountants and physios and such

Mama don’t let your babies grow up to be Riders
They might win at home but here they’re alone
Even to the Bombers they’ll lose

Riders hate playin games here, this game’s in their morning
Little warm puppies and children and girls of the night

Tho grocers might like them, cause melons they wear them
And fans in Blue sometimes don’t know how to take them

They’re just wrong, not just different

And with their pride displayed you start to think “they’re not quite right”

Mama don’t let your babies grow up to be Riders
Don’t let ’em pick noses and drive their tractors
Make ’em be accountants and physios and such

Mama don’t let your babies grow up to be Riders
They might win at home but away they’re alone
Even to the Bombers they’ll lose