TO HELL WITH GEORGIA

It is 7:10 a.m. and Rosie and Sadie and kitties are all up. It's 74 degrees (43 in Huntington, Ind.)

CHORUS:
    To hell, to hell to hell with Georgia,
    To hell, to hell to hell with Georgia,
    To hell, to hell to hell with Georgia,
    The Cesspool of the South!

Mine eyes have seen the glory of the stomping of the dogs,
We will teach those poor darn farmboys they should stick to slopping hogs,
When the Gators are triumphant we will raise a mighty cheer,
"We'll do the same next year!"

On the field between the hedges there arose a mighty stench,
In the dog machine the Gators will throw a monkey wrench,
When the Gators are triumphant we will raise a mighty yell,
"Them dogs can go to hell!"

GOGATORS!