It’s the eve of our first outing of 2013 on The Flats, and RATS, it’s time to brush up on your fight songs. If you’re not getting dirty in Alabama tomorrow, then you’d better be singing your heart out in the stands!
Don’t disappoint Bobby. Learn your songs.
Oh, well, it’s up with the white and gold,
Down with the red and black,
Georgia Tech is up for a victory.
We’ll drop the battle-axe on Georgia’s head,
When we meet her, our team is sure to beat her.
Down on the farm there will be no sound,
‘Till our bow-wows rip through the air.
When the battle is over Georgia’s team will be found
With the Yellow Jackets swarming round! Hey!
I’m a Ramblin’ Wreck from Georgia Tech and a hell of an engineer,
A helluva, helluva, helluva, helluva, hell of an engineer,
Like all the jolly good fellows, I drink my whiskey clear.
I’m a Ramblin’ Wreck from Georgia Tech and a hell of an engineer.
Oh, If I had a daughter sir, I’d dress her in white and gold.
And put her on the campus, to cheer the brave and bold.
But if I had a son sir, I’ll tell you what he’d do:
He would yell, “To Hell With Georgia!” like his daddy used to do.
Oh I wish I had a barrel of rum, and sugar three thousand pounds,
A college bell to put it in, and the clapper to stir it ’round,
I’d drink to all the good fellows who’d come from far and near,
I’m a rambling, gambling, Hell Of An Engineer! Hey!
When you say Budweiser…