"Class of '72"

[Intro] There's a line of maroon that runs through the years, Past the Quad, past Kyle, past the sweat and tears. Some classes pass through, some leave a mark, Some light up Aggieland long after dark. [Verse 1] Back when the world was changing fast, And Vietnam was on the evening glass, A fish hit the Quad with his head shaved down, Learning left from right in an old Corps town. Duncan Hall at morning chow, Bibbed up straight, eyes forward now. Senior boots clicked like a cavalry drum, And every young fish knew what he'd become. E-2 walked Reveille proud, Five bright diamonds above the crowd. Miss Rev had rank, and the Corps had the tune, Marching hard under a Texas moon. [Pre-Chorus] From fish cuts, brass, and midnight yell, To stories only Aggies tell, They wore that year like a badge pulled through — The fighting heart of '72. [Chorus] Raise it high for the Class of '72, Old Army fire and a sky maroon. From the Quad to Kyle, let the 12th Man sing, Senior boots, gold rings, and a lifelong ring. Raise it high for the Class of '72, Sharp on the staff and Perry calling yells true. When the War Hymn rolls and the yell comes through, Stand tall for the Class of '72. [Verse 2] Squadron Six had the Flying Tiger name, Hard-earned pride and a hard-nosed game. Rick Perry on the yell line, hands in the air, Kyle Field roaring like a West Texas prayer. John Sharp kept his Corps Staff stride, Muster chair with the student body's pride. One would guide the System, one would govern the state, But first they were fish at an Aggie gate. Weekends ran where the Brazos bends, Hunting and fishing with their old Corps friends. Cold beer, tailgates, and a country song, Then boots back on when the week came along. [Pre-Chorus] From Duncan tables to Final Review, From fish year grit to the ring they grew, They carried more than a class year through — They carried the name of '72. [Chorus] Raise it high for the Class of '72, Old Army fire and a sky maroon. From the Quad to Kyle, let the 12th Man sing, Senior boots, gold rings, and a lifelong ring. Raise it high for the Class of '72, Sharp on the staff and Perry calling yells true. When the War Hymn rolls and the yell comes through, Stand tall for the Class of '72. [Rivalry Verse] Now every fall when the burnt orange comes, You can feel that thunder in the Aggie drums. Beat the tea-sips, let the scoreboard shine, Saw Bevo's horns off one more time. There's an Old Army tale that still gets told, About Scott Colter with a plan too bold. Seventy-two armadillos hit the grass, And halftime turned into an Aggie class. They scattered left, they scattered right, Under Kyle Field's Saturday lights. The band kept playing, the crowd came loose, And the tea-sips stood still with no excuse. [Rivalry Pre-Chorus] So saw 'em off, boys, saw 'em clean, For every fish who wore maroon and green. From the Quad to the track, from the line to the zoo, That story still belongs to '72. [Chorus] Raise it high for the Class of '72, Old Army fire and a sky maroon. From the Quad to Kyle, let the 12th Man sing, Senior boots, gold rings, and a lifelong ring. Raise it high for the Class of '72, Sharp on the staff and Perry calling yells true. When the War Hymn rolls and the yell comes through, Stand tall for the Class of '72. [Bridge] Every April when the candles burn down low, San Jacinto Day, the roll call goes. We answer "Here" for the names we hold — Saldana, Hale, Donegan: Aggies don't say goodbye. And every old Ag knows the same hard truth, The line gets longer with every passing year. Muster calls, and the answer rings — Silver Taps falls soft on angel wings. [Build] So light up Kyle when the boys run through, Let every old Ag hear something true. Old Army, New Army, same deep root, Same Aggie Ring, same senior boot. [Final Chorus] Raise it high for the Class of '72, Old Army fire and a sky maroon. From the Quad to Kyle, let the 12th Man sing, Senior boots, gold rings, and a lifelong ring. Raise it high for the Class of '72, Sharp on the staff and Perry calling yells true. When the War Hymn rolls and the yell comes through, Stand tall for the Class of '72. [Outro] Old Seventy-Two — let it ring. Old Seventy-Two — hear the 12th Man sing. Old Seventy-Two — maroon and true. Texas A&M still stands on '72. Beat the tea-sips — saw 'em off. Beat the tea-sips — saw 'em off. Old Seventy-Two — forever in view. Gig 'em, Class of '72.