We’re moving to the Big Twelve, the great plains of the west
To the open skies and sunshine, where sunsets are the best
There’s Cowboys chasing Longhorns, Red Raiders chasing all
Cyclones are circling Sooners, while raging Wildcats squall
Bears are swatting Jayhawks, Horn’d Frogs are rousing fear
Sounds like it’s the right place, for rowdy Mountaineers
Well the East Coast didn’t want us, they said, "You're not elite!"
The Big East might have kept us; we would not kiss their feet
But the west said,” Come on out, the West is in your name
We know it’s quite a distance; you’re welcome just the same"
The timid did not like it; they said," We’ll soon be broke!"
The brave came forward quickly,” These are our kind of folk!”
“You should forget your problems, forget your troubles too”
“Look upon the distant past, it shows what we can do”
“We moved it from Virginia, rejoiced in their defeat!”
“We split it from the Big East, a simple little feat”
“Make a mountain from a mole hill; they say it can’t be done”
“But we made that Mountain, we did it just for fun”
“A Mountaineer needs mountains, of that there’s no debate”
“If the East Coast doesn't want us, by God, we’ll move the state!”