Goodbye, General,
Though I never knew you at all,
You had the grace,
To choke Neil Reed,
And make that bastard fall.
You came out on the wood floor,
And screamed obscenities,
Into the crowd, and they said,
"You are a madman",
And they made you change your ways....

And it seems to me
You coached the game
Even better than Adolph Rupp,
Always, screamin, yellin, cursin,
When the refs screwed up,
And I would've liked to watch you,
Throw that chair across the gym,
But because of old Myles Brand,
You're leaving Bloomington...

Goodbye R.M.K. (Robert Montgomery Knight),
It just won't ever be the same,
Watchin you take Texas Tech,
To the Big 12 title game.
And even when you left,
Well, the press still hounded you,
All that they had to say,
Was that Bobby was always rude.

And it seems to me,
You coached the game,
Even better than Denny Crum,
Even though you had to headbutt,
Sherron Wilkerson,
And I would've like to see you,
Punch that Puerto Rican cop,
Because of all your damn antics,
Your time here had to stop...

Goodbye Red Sweater,
Though I never knew you at all,
You had the grace to grab the pot,
And chuck it against the wall.
Goodbye bulging gut,
From a fan in the 82nd row,
Who could still your obscenities,
More than you will ever know...

And it seems to me,
You cocached the game,
Even better than Rick Byrdsong,
Even though you and Ted Valentine,
Never got along,
And I would've liked to see you,
In that locker room,
Showing all your excrement,
And spelling out your doom...