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Cheers and Songs

Original Cheer
White and Gold
Ramblin' Wreck
Georgia Tech Alma Mater
To hell with Georgia
'Clempson' is a Redneck School
You've Said it All

     Ever since Tech's first football game in the fall of 1892, the students and fans of Georgia Tech athletics have been inventing cheers, songs, chants, etc. in encouragement of the teams.  There is an extensive list cheers used at Tech events - some rooting on the Jackets and other bad-mouthing the opposing team.  First and foremost is the original Tech cheer:

    Differential Y,
    Differential X,
    To hell with differentials,
    We want sex!

    Engineers touchdown,
    Engineers yell,
    Georgia Tech Yellow Jackets
    Fight like hell!

Another version:

    Differential X,
    Differential Y,
    A square, B square,
    Integral of pi....

Another cheer:

    E to the X dy dx,
    E to the X dx,
    Tangent Secant Cosine Sine,
    3.14159,
    Square roots, cube roots, Poisson brackets,
    Disintegrate 'em Yellow Jackets!

     As for songs, there are three that you absolutely must know here at Tech: "White and Gold," "Ramblin' Wreck," and the Alma Mater. Here they are in full.


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White and Gold

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!



Ramblin' Wreck

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!




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Georgia Tech Alma Mater

  (Music by Frank Roman; Words by I.H. Granath)

Oh, sons of Tech, arise, behold!
The Banner as it reigns supreme,
For from on high the White and Gold
Waves in its triumphant gleam.
The spirit of the cheering throng
Resounds with joy revealing
A brotherhood in praise and song,
In memory of the days gone by.
Oh Scion of the Southland!
In our hearts you shall forever fly.

We cherish thoughts so dear for thee,
Oh, Alma Mater in our prayer.
We plead for you in victory,
And in the victory we share!
But when the battle seems in vain
Our spirits never falter,
We're ever one in joy or pain
And our union is a lasting bond.
Oh! May we be united.
Till the victory of life is won.


To Hell with Georgia
  (to the tune of Glory, Glory Hallelujah)

Don't send my boy to MIT
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.
And 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 the poor dumb farmboys
They should stick to sloppin' 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
Had 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 N.C. Double-A
They're investigating GA players
To see how much they're paid
After counting all the cars
And the loans Alumni made,
They out pay 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!




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'Clempson' is a Redneck School
  (to the tune of Doo Dah)

Clempson is a redneck school
Doo-dah, doo-dah,
Clempson is a redneck school
Oh de-doo-dah day.

Gonna moo all night,
Gonna moo all day,

Clempson is a redneck school
Oh de-doo dah day.



You've Said It All
  (The Budweiser Song)

When you say Bud,
 You've said a lot of things nobody else can say.
When you say Bud,
 You've gone as far as you can go to get the very best.
When you say Bud,
 You've said the word that means you'd like to do it all.
When you say Bud,
 It means you want the beer that's got a taste that's number one.
When you say Bud,
 You tell the world you know what makes it all the way.
When you say Bud,
 You say you care enough to only want the King of Beers.

There is no other one;
There's only something less
Because the King of Beers
Is leading all the rest

When you say BUDWEISER,
You've said it all!

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