Saturday morning, burnt orange on, Tailgate's already been going since dawn. Brisket on the smoker, band's in the air, You can feel the whole state shaking everywhere. Granddad told me, "Son, you'll understand," The first time you hear that marching band. Now every fall it's the same old dream, Living and dying with my favorite team. Everybody's got a place they call home, Mine's where the tower stands alone... Hook 'em forever, win or lose, I'd wear burnt orange with holes in my shoes. From the first kickoff to the final fight, We're singing under Austin lights. You can keep your trophies, keep your fame, Nothing ever feels quite the same. The best school ever—you know it's true, Texas forever... I'm riding with you! Road trip playlists, windows down, Every little Texas town's our town. High fives flying after every score, Then we're yelling for another four. Everybody says their team's the best, But we've already settled that debate. When you're born into burnt orange pride, There's really no other side. Every season starts the same somehow, This year's ours... we're screaming now! Hook 'em forever, rain or shine, This university's always mine. Every touchdown, every cheer, Makes me wanna stay another year. Legends come and legends go, But this feeling only seems to grow. The best school ever—you know it's true, Texas forever... I'm riding with you! We'll sing loud when we're winning big, We'll sing louder when things get rough. Because being family means showing up, And this place will always be enough. Hook 'em forever, loud and proud, Standing tall above the crowd. Burnt orange running through my veins, Sun or storms or pouring rain. Forty Acres, dreams come true, There's nowhere else I'd rather be than with you. The best school ever, through and through... HOOK 'EM HORNS! Forever true!