Dear Mr. Tressel, I am a wolverine
Past few years were not grand
But you were beat more times in case you forgot
Stay out of the Big House

Dear Mr. Tressel, I am the MAC conference
First few weeks, a huge pain
We’re getting walloped while you just pad your stats
And you float to four and 0

Dear Mr. Tressel, this is the SEC
The guys who stopped your dreams
Gators and Tigers beat you for the title
So you’ll stay at number two

Dear Mr. Tressel, this is your missing sleeves
Sweater vests in demand
I think they’re dumb, would you please just take us back?
Arms are cold, it’s us you need

Dear Mr. Tressel, this is the fourth quarter
Oh so calm, in this time
Your Tressel-ball, it’s boring and won’t excite
All your fans, just throw a pass!

Dear Mr. Tressel, this is the great Big House
The Horseshoe, a lame site
You’ve got your scarlet, blue looks best in the sun
Grey looks bland on anyone

Dear Mr. Tressel, again, the wolverines
No response from first verse
We’re still better, so get lost Mr. Big Shot

Tell me, why must we fight?
Why can’t we get it right?
Michigan wins this time
Tressel just leave tonight

You have beat us this time
And the last eight or nine
But your should run in fright
Michigan’s back to fight