The air is feeling crispy
As the leaves begin to fall
We're headed towards the stadium
Gonna watch us some football
There's a party 'bout to happen
We're gonna have some fun
It ain't Miller Time
I'm no Keith Stone
I don't want a Bud
'Cause you can't spell BUSCH without USC
It's the drink of choice out here in good ol' Gamecock Country
A Sandstorm's a comin' when that rooster crows
With our cups held high everybody knows
You can't spell BUSCH without USC
2001's a playin'
It's gettin' close to kickoff time
My lady whispers in my ear
And the chills go down my spine
She says what every man wants to hear
And my eyes they well up with tears
In seven sweet little words she asks
Babe would you like a Busch Light
'Cause you can't spell BUSCH without USC
It's the drink of choice out here in good ol' Gamecock Country
A Sandstorm's a comin' when that rooster crows
With our cups held high everybody knows
You can't spell BUSCH without USC
No you can't spell BUSCH without USC
It's the drink of choice out here in good ol' Gamecock Country
A Sandstorm's a comin' when that rooster crows
With our cups held high everybody knows
You can't spell BUSCH without USC
No you can't spell BUSCH without USC
No you can't spell BUSCH without USC