To Hell With Georgia

Don't send my boy to M.I.T.
 The dying mother said
 Don't send my boy to Emory
 I'd rather see him dead
 But send my boy to Georgia Tech
 'Tis better than Cornell
 As for the University of Georgia
 I'd rather see him in hell!
 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 Jackets are triumphant there will be a mighty cheer
 "We'll do the same next year!"
 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
 On the field between the hedges there arose a mighty stench
 In the dogs' machine the engineers have thrown a monkey wrench
 When the Jackets are triumphant we will raise a mighty yell
 "Them dogs can go to hell!"
 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 NCAA
 They're investigating Georgia players to see how much they're paid
 After counting all the cars, and the loans alumni made
 They outpaid the NBA
 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
 The cesspool of the South!