*sung to the tune Glory Glory Hallelujah

Nothing nothing nothing nothing
Nothing sucks like the whole state of Tennesse
The whole state of Tennessee
The whole state of Tennessee
Nothing sucks like the whole state of Tennessee
Except for maybe Jaw-Ja

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 Florida
'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 Gators 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,
Cause we're from Florida!

On the Field between the hedges
There arose a mighty stench,
In the Dogs' machine the Gator Band
Had thrown a monkey wrench.
When the Gators 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,
Go hump your momma's leg!

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,
'Cause we're from Florida!!

Mine eyes have seen the rednecks
And the common law affairs
Mine eyes have seen the drunkards
As they're falling down the stairs
Toothless wenchless babbling on
Of tales they all have shared
Oh God, what is that smell?!?!

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!

I couldn't give a hell
About a worthless victory bell
I couldn't give a damn about the Redcoat marching band
If I see UGA's balls again
Upon the jumbotron
My patience will be gone

To Hell, to Hell, to Hell with Georgia,
To Hell, to Hell, to Hell with Georgia,
To Hell, to Hell, to Hell with Georgia,
Go hump your momma's legs!

The standard up in Georgia,
Take a careful look around
You can always find a bulldog fan
Making that stupid sound
In case you're wondering where that
Sound originated from
They're emulating mom!

To Hell, to Hell, to Hell with Georgia,
To Hell, to Hell, to Hell with Georgia,
To Hell, to Hell, to Hell with Georgia,
'Cause we're from Florida!!