(To the tune of Soul Asylum's "Runaway Train")

Call you up in the middle of the night
said "We’re Final Four, made it with some fight"
You were there like a UK couch burning
I was a key that could use a little turning

So tired that I couldn’t even sleep
So many pants on I couldn’t keep
Promised myself I wouldn’t weep
One more promise I couldn’t keep

It seems no one can help me now
Cards have run deep
Let’s win it all out
This time I hope the refs will let them play

CHORUS
Runaway Chane never going back
UofL on a one way track
Seems like they should be getting somewhere
Somehow they’ll find a win down there

Can you help Russ remember how to smile?
Make it somehow all seem worthwhile
How on earth did Rick get so jaded
Swop’s groin just seems so faded

Russ can go where no one else can go
Siva knows what no one else knows
There’s Kyle just throwing down the rain
With a ticket to a win in New Orleans

Everything is cut and dry
Day and night, earth and sky
Somehow I just don’t believe it

CHORUS

Bought a ticket for a runaway Chane
Like a madman laughin’ at the rain
Little out of touch, little insane
Just easier than dealing with the pain

Runaway Chane never comin’ back
Runaway Chane tearin’ up the Cats
Runaway Chane burnin’ through the lane
Runaway til we win in New Orleans