For your listening pleasure:

Twas the night before Memphis, when all through the house
Not a creature was stirring, not even a mouse.
The Frogs’ jerseys were hung in each locker with care,
In hopes that a Liberty Bowl win soon would happen there.

The Horned Frogs were nestled all snug in their beds,
While visions of bowl rings danced in their heads.
And Coach P in his visor, and the rest of the staff
Had just settled in for a long pregame nap.

When out on the lawn there arose such a clatter,
I sprang from the bed to see what was the matter.
Away to the window I flew like a flash,
Tore open the shutters and threw up the sash.

The moon on the water of the Mighty Mississip’
Gave the luster of midday, I was glad I made the trip.
When, what to my wondering eyes should appear,
But a big Cadillac, and Rock ‘n Roll I could hear.

With a drive-up so cool, and a shake of his pelvis
I knew in a moment it had to be Elvis!
He was a Frog fan, this singer of fame                                        
And he whistled, and shouted, and called them by name!

“Now, Turpin! Now, Schlottman! Now, Summers and Austin!
On, Howard! On, Hill! On, Hicks and Johnson!
To the top of the scoreboard! To the snap of the ball!
Now dash away! Dash away! Dash away all!”

He was dressed all in white, a jumpsuit quite bold,
And his clothes sparkled with sequins and a necklace of gold .
A bundle of game plans he had flung on his back,
And he looked around the team room and opened his pack.

He spoke not a word, but went straight to his work,
And filled all the lockers, then turned with a jerk.
And trying on a jersey, he didn’t know what to do
Pointed skyward and yelled…. “Riff Ram Bah Zoo!!!!”

He sprang to his Caddy, to his entourage gave a whistle,
And away they all ran like the down of a thistle.
And Elvis exclaimed, as he drove out of view,
“Happy Memphis you Frogs, Give ‘em Hell, TCU!”

Kick ’em High!!