As the tears fly On a cold and blue Chapel Hill mornin. Another little whiny child is born. He's a Tar Heeeeel And his daddy cries. 'Cause if there's one thing this world don't need It's another wine and cheese mouth to feed. He's a Tar Heeeeel
People, don't you understand the child needs a helping hand or he's gonna be a whiny young fan some day. People of the ACC, Are we too blind to see, Or will we be like referees And look the other way
When the brie flies. And a funny little coach with a runny nose Cries in the room where the pressmen roam He's a Tar Heel.
And his hunger burns So he goes to games at night And he learns how to cheat And he learns how to cry He's a Tar Heel.
Then one day in grand delusion A dream gets washed away He meets a team, that plays real hard, without the refs, he don't get farrrrrr And his daddy cries.
As the press gathers 'round a wimpering young man face down in his seat with a hanky in his hand He's a Tar Heel.
And his dreaming dies, On a cold and blue Chapel Hill mornin', Another whiny little child is born He's a Tar Heel.