Vanderbilt My Long Lost FriendTo the Commodores; may the wins never end.
Oh Vanderbilt my long lost friend.
I thought the streak would never end.
But look alas its come to pass,
that Vanderbilt is back at last.
Black and Gold is proud once more.
From Nashville sail the Commodores.
With cannon primed as if for bear.
Their conference brethren best beware.
On high seas they plot their course,
to engage their foes with all resource.
They seek the Honor that victory brings.
Their rivals shall know defeats bitter sting.
There is a rival they doggedly hunt;
to force the Vols to always punt.
To shake Big Orange to its core.
A win for Vandy's glory and lore.
The prize is the end of Tennessee's reign,
and drive O'l Rocky Top completely insane.
They'll sink their Navy with no remorse,
and pound the Vols with unrelenting force.
Oh Vanderbilt my new found friend,
it's good to see you once again.
To hear your fans as they roar,
for Vanderbilt and my Commodores.