Place Where Dreams Come True

Chicks Will Come, Brady.
They'll come to Zahm
For reasons they can't even fathom.
They'll turn up in your loft
Not knowing for sure why they're doing it.
They'll arrive at your door
As innocent as Lewis Hall frosh's,
longing for ND Athletes.

Of course, we won't mind if you look around, you'll say...
I'm on scholarship.
They'll give it up without even thinking about it:
For it is hotness they have
and Stud Irish Quarterbacks they lack.

And they'll walk out to North Quad;
Sit in black skirts and halter tops on a perfect afternoon.
They'll find they have reserved seats somewhere along the Gug doorway,
Where they stood by the Recruiting lounge window and cheered on their Heroes.
And they'll watch the men of ND
And it'll be as if they dipped themselves in Stonehenge Fountain.
The intoxicating smell of Alpha Males will be so thick
They'll have to brush it away from their faces.

The one constant through all the years has been "Girls Dig Athletes"
ND's Legend has rolled by like an army of steamrollers.
It has been erased by Davie,
rebuilt (Ty?) and erased again (...Ty!).
But Irish Football players scoring with the ladies has marked the time.
This game.
Those arms.
It's a part of our past, Brady.
It reminds of us of all that once was good and it could be again.

Ohhhh... chicks will come, Brady.
Chicks will most definitely come.

- J.T. Bishop