To HELL with Georgia.... UF version
Don't send my boy to U of M the dying mother said....
Don't send my boy to F.S.U. I'd rather see him DEAD
But send my boy to be a Florida gator where he will turn out well
And as for the University of Georgia
I'd rather see him in HELL
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To Hell to Hell to Hell with Geor-gia x 3
Cause we're from Flo-ri-da. (The cesspool of the south)
Mine eyes have seen the glory of the stomping of the dawgs
We should teach those poor dumb farm boys they should stick to slopping hogs
When the Gators are triumphant we will raise a mighty cheer
And we'll do the Same Next Year..
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Mine eyes have seen the glory of the N - C double A
Their investigating Georgia players to see how much their paid
After counting all the cars and the loans alumni paid
They out paid F. - S. - U. NOT!!!!!!!!!
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At the cocktail party in Jacksonville We'll play the Dawgs again
A toast to mighty Flor-i-da as we watch our gators win.
When the gators are victorious we will raise a mighty YELL
THEM DAWGS CAN GO TO HELL!!!! (eat shit)
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Them Georgia fans are Dumb I know, they're dumber than the rest
the inbred up in Athens still think that U.G.A. is best
'Cause they celebrate when they can fin-a-ly beat Tennessee
but they jumped the hedge Ear-Ly
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If we find some stupid bulldawgs we'll break their fuckin' necks
Cause there's one thing we agree with the rambling fuckin' wrecks
To hell with Georgia we'll all sing when we come for game day
Piss on U. G. A.
F.S.U. Fight Song (edited)
Well if your in jail and can't make bail and got a rap sheet out your ass
Come right down to Florida State we got some classes that you can pass
Well if you make the line well that's just fine you can rape the coaches wife
LIE, CHEAT, STEAL at FLOR-I-DA State
You’re here from TEN to LIFE
F - L - O - R - I - D - A, S - T - A - T - E
SUCKS!!!
Florida State, Florida State, Florida State
SUCKS!!!
(New for 2000)
If you want to be a Clown, well come right down we've got a school just right for you
Here in tall-a-hassee where the girls are girls and the men al-ways are too
If your brain is small, But you can play some ball, We will see you here next fall.
Our SEMEN - HOLES are never tight
And we will always miss WIDE RIGHT.
CHEERIO
We are the men of the Flor-i-da Band
We bring you greetings from 'ole Gator Land
We Play a Melody
Maybe even two or three
We try to please Every fan.
We've got a spirit that's lasting and true
We play our music especially for you
Play it Sweet Play it Hot
There ain't nothin' we ain’t got
We are the Florida Band
Ya-Hoo
U.F.(after hours version...)
We are the Sots of the Flor-i-da Band
We're known as lushes in 'ole Gator Land
Beer and Whiskey are real keen
Chug-a-lug some Kerosene
Fill up that 'ole kidney gland
We've got a spirit that's lasting and true
But Distilled Spirits are what get us through
Play that tune into the ground
Waybright buys the next Damn Round
We are the Flor-i-da Band
Miami Version
We are the men of the Miami Band
The Cuban Influx has made us really Grand
English we can hardly speak
Welfare checks come in each week
We pull 'em in off the sand
We have our IBIS that flies straight and true
And if our Ibis should fly over you.
Grab a raincoat run like hell
Or you'll never lose that smell
Splat on the Miami Band
FSU Version
We are the Girls of the F.S.U. Band
Our dainty ruffles are the purest in the land
Pretty Pink and Pearly lassie
Straight from backward Tallahassee
Twelve months since we've seen a man
We have our petticoats of pink and powder blue
We starch our crinolines especial for you
Kiss each other on the neck
In our band there’s just one sex
We are the F.S.U. band
Tennessee Version
We are the hicks of the Tennessee Band
We think our trucks are the bestest in the land
With our chaw between our teeth
Cowboy boots upon our feet
We dance the two step in the stands
We have our hound dogs that hunt straight and true
And we all love that tasty possum stew
We'll never have a real degree
Good ole boys is all we'll be
We are the Tennessee band
UGA Version
We are the men of the Georgia Bulldog Band
Our uniforms are the brightest in the land
To get our majorettes to yield,
Throw a dog bone on the field,
It's cheaper than dog food in a can
We wear our uniforms of fire engine red
So if you cut us, you'll never know we've bled
Just between you and me
I would like to find a tree
We are the Georgia Bulldog band
War Damn Eagle (to the tune of the Auburn fight song)
War Eagle, crawl off the field,
Never to conquer, ever to yield.
War Eagle, you'll lose, it's true,
Beat 'til you're all black and blue.
Hey, Hey, Hey!
Drop the football, moan, bitch and cry!
Go to hell, go to hell,
Eat shit and di-ie!
War Eagle, lose for Auburn,
Assholes of Dixie Land!
If You Wanna Drive a Tractor (A song for Miss State)
(to the tune of "If You're Happy and You Know it")
If you wanna drive a tractor, go to State,
If you wanna drive a tractor, go to State,
If you wanna drive a tractor and you can't compute a factor,
If you wanna drive a tractor, go to State.
If you wanna drive a plow, go to State,
If you wanna drive a plow, go to State,
If you wanna drive a plow, and you really don't know how,
If you wanna drive a plow, go to State.
If your parents are related, go to State,
If your parents are related, go to State,
If your parents are related and your dad and sister dated,
If your parents are related, go to State.
If you drive a big truck, go to State,
If you drive a big truck, go to State,
If you drive a big truck, and you never get a fuck
If you drive a big truck, go to State.
The Baby Seal Song
Way up north where it is cold
And they don’t have too much gold
The make their money from the baby seal skins they’ve sold
Some people hate the killing,
But I find it quite fulfilling
'Cause I hate to see a baby seal grow old
Chorus:
You don't bludgeon a seal because you wanna meal
You do it cause you wanna hear those little fuckers squeal (ai ai ai)
Hit 'em on the head
And you do it just for kicks
And you poke out their eyes with those eye pokin’ sticks!
2-3-4
My mother was a little mean
My father was a bit obscene
I guess that could explain the way that I feel
I know you won't believe me but
My woman wants to leave me
I guess I'll take it out on a baby seal!
Chorus
Slice 'em, dice 'em, rotor till 'em
Chop 'em up or just plain kill 'em
Their skin rips off in just an easy tear
(rip rip rip)
I know it won't be very long,
Baby seals will all be gone
So I'll have to start killing off the whales
Chorus
Greenpeace wants to lock me up
Because I killed a seal pup
Made 'em into little tiny little bales
(tie tie tie)
But momma momma don't you cry 'cause
You know that when I die
I'll be coming back as a baby seal
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