FloridaPoke
10-09-2009, 02:38 PM
Our rivals all say we’ve all swallowed the pill
I have no idea where they get the notion
That Jim Jones was our 12th Man vs a man named Gill.
And that we all drink a cult-like potion
I say we put on our Senior Boots and form a line
Let’s get all of us together, as many as we can muster
Put on 1950’s Texaco uniforms just in time
For a tradition called…crap we’ll just call it…Muster
And while we’re at it, let’s create a stupid yell
While we’re playing OSU, we’ll saw off Bevo’s horn
That will convince people we’re not crazy as hell
No girl cheerleaders allowed at one minute til morn
We’ll create secret hand signs & code-name’m Gig’em
While a collie dog barks and barks to inspire
With a play army band with near perfect precision
We’ll stand the whole game in our goose-step attire
And when the dog dies, we’ll bury him next to the chalk
Shooting off canons over a graveyard of dead dogs
We won’t walk on the grass on our Elephant Walk
For the right to set fire a pile of creosote logs
Raising our trumpets high in the sky playing Reveille
Nobody in the stadium will be allowed to don caps
Once again our Aggie rebuilding year sucks awfully
So instead we again woefully play Silver Taps
Our rivals all say we’ve all swallowed the pill
I have no idea where they get the notion
That Jim Jones was our 12th Man vs. a man named Gill
And that we all drink a cult-like potion
FloridaPoke
I have no idea where they get the notion
That Jim Jones was our 12th Man vs a man named Gill.
And that we all drink a cult-like potion
I say we put on our Senior Boots and form a line
Let’s get all of us together, as many as we can muster
Put on 1950’s Texaco uniforms just in time
For a tradition called…crap we’ll just call it…Muster
And while we’re at it, let’s create a stupid yell
While we’re playing OSU, we’ll saw off Bevo’s horn
That will convince people we’re not crazy as hell
No girl cheerleaders allowed at one minute til morn
We’ll create secret hand signs & code-name’m Gig’em
While a collie dog barks and barks to inspire
With a play army band with near perfect precision
We’ll stand the whole game in our goose-step attire
And when the dog dies, we’ll bury him next to the chalk
Shooting off canons over a graveyard of dead dogs
We won’t walk on the grass on our Elephant Walk
For the right to set fire a pile of creosote logs
Raising our trumpets high in the sky playing Reveille
Nobody in the stadium will be allowed to don caps
Once again our Aggie rebuilding year sucks awfully
So instead we again woefully play Silver Taps
Our rivals all say we’ve all swallowed the pill
I have no idea where they get the notion
That Jim Jones was our 12th Man vs. a man named Gill
And that we all drink a cult-like potion
FloridaPoke