AUBURN FIGHT SONG, REVISED.

SEC represent !

Just kidding. The SEC’s heart isn’t in the Fulmer Cup this year.

Out drinkin’ on a Monday night – studying for finals. Nice.

Isn’t it cool how you didn’t have to change the PSU fight song (ha, ha, ha, wimper)? Fight on State!

I think points awarded because of ‘walk-on’ offenses should have a factor of 0.5…I don’t think they carry the same weight as say, a scholly superstar keepin’ it gangsta at tha club.

“The SEC’s heart isn’t in the Fulmer Cup this year.”

The SEC don’t need no stinkin’ heart…the’ve got SPEED that trumps everything else! There’s still 4 months left in this championship season…no need to panic yet!

I’m DUI hardly ever caught sober… and you about to get run the fuck OVER!

Holy shit! Opelika has a newspaper?

Holy shit!! People in Opelika can READ?!?!

I’d leave a witty response, but I don’t have time for that shit.

Good version of the Auburn fight song, but I prefer this version that the GT band resurrected when we played (and beat) Auburn in 2003 and 2005.

War Eagle, crawl off the field,
Never to conquer, ever to yield.
War Eagle, you’ll lose, it’s true,
Beat ‘til you’re all black and blue.

Hey, Hey, Hey!

Drop the football, moan, bitch and cry!
Go to hell, go to hell,
Eat shit and di-ie!
War Eagle, lose for Auburn,
Assholes of Dixie Land!

No hard feelings toward Auburn players or fans. It’s all in jest. Georgia fans, on the other hand, can all choke on a dick for all I care. Every jab I take at you, I mean from the very deepest recesses of my soul.

On that note, Chris, here’s a song my sister (a fellow UGA alum) passed along, to be sung to the tune of “Ramblin’ Wreck.”

I’m a Ramblin’ Wreck from Georgia Tech, an embarrassment to my dad
My roommate is an engineer, the son he never had
But me, I wear a business suit, and that is why I say
I’m a Ramblin’ Wreck from Georgia Tech, a hell of an M.B.A.

Watch out for Chris in #9…with that kind of passion, a stabbing is sure to ensue!

Chris, I read your work in the AJC vent; pretty impressive. But this is EDSBS, an upper-tier blog. Attacking Georgia here is like farting in church. Show a little class.

LOVE IT……“upper-tier” blog!!

Fuck all ya’ll……Wait till Trey Blackmon comes back too Lee Co. we will be making that Fulmer cup board our BITCH!

I would like to say I was the only one in my newsroom to pick Auburn to lose to both Southern Cal and Georgia Tech in ’03. No, there was no in-depth insight. Just, to borrow from the Georgians, clean, old-fashioned hate.

Hey, Hack — how’d your 2004 Auburn predictions look?

I gotta say, these are pretty feeble attempts by Auburn to stay in the Fulmer Cup. The impression I get is that we’re doing just enough to stay in a BCS conference. (Any SEC school that ends up with 0 points is in danger of relegation and being replaced by Ellis T. Jones.)

A walk-on? Unless he’s stabbing the 7 people ahead of him on the depth chart, that’s just weak.

I always liked the lyrics to the short version we used in the MDB:

War Chicken,
Finger Lickin’,
Baked, Fried
or Bar-b-que’d

Of course, as Chris says, with my friends from the Barn, It’s all in good fun.

When I sing “Go to Hell Tennessee” to the tune of Rocky Top, I can’t be more serious. Straight to hell.

I would think walk-ons should only be eligible for points if they actually play or will be playing. Somehow the fact that the university is paying for a student to commit a crime makes the Fulmer cup so much more entertaining.

Can we get a point deduction if no Auburn fans have ever even heard of the guy?

Tubs will pull his scholarship, you just watch.

War Eagle!
Crank the John Deere.
Break out the Redman
Shotgun a beer.
War Eagle!
Inbreds delight.
Where Brothers & Sisters unite!
Hey! Hey! Hey!
Back to the trailer
Fire up that grill
And savor the flavor
of last night’s roadkill, Whoo!
War Eagle!
Big COW COLLEGE
Shithole of Dixieland!!!!

Lol, Orson, I think that you should put that into your title somewhere: EDSBS, the “Upper Tier” College Football Blog.

Of course, I think its inaccurate to say that insulting your rivals in EDSBS is like farting in church. The insults to rivals drive half of the comments here, as they do in any college football blog. However, I must admit that the insults are of a higher quality than those of most blogs, which typically consist of two or three word “F Michigan” style insults.

1. - John in Huntsville

I am so glad I read this after She Who Must Be Obeyed went to bed. I must confessed that love conquered all, and I married an Auburn graduate.

Given that lead in-where in the hell did this come from. And why didn’t I already know it?

Pardon the English here. That should be “must confess”.

Never mind the spell checker, sometimes late in the evening I need a grammar checker.

Once again, Auburn is leading the SEC in APR for football. Pay no attention to the basketball teams coming in dead last in the conference, its football that we care about.

We’re in ur houze, dominatin’ ur akidemiks!
SIW!

John in Huntsville,

I would expect an attempt to make War Eagle ridiculous out of people who still sing about a Rose Bowl 80 years old and beating rivals they don’t play anymore…

As for Georgia Tech. Yeah, it hurt losing to them. Just remember that y’all lost your relevance in 1964 when you left the SEC.

Guck the Fators

Little Johnny from Huntsville,

That song was pretty low-brow for an intellect like you. Have you had any luck with the growth hormones since I last saw you at the golf tournament? Are you emboldened by bammer’s hire of a “little person” as their head coach? Does that make you feel a little more worthy and less bitter about your lot in life (unable to use the long tees while playing golf because they don’t allow step stools on the tee boxes)? Do you still wallow in self-hatred and bitterness when fourth grade girls spit on you, smirk, and ask “how’s the weather down there?” or has the therapy been helping?

Here’s a toast to you and all the other “little people” out there, without whom classics like Star Wars, Wizard of Oz and midget porn would not be possible!!

Bobby

SIW!

Reading the varying versions of Auburn’s fight song, as composed by Weird Al wanna bes (the main difference being that they are even less talented ass clowns than Al himself), really brings a smile to my face.

To know the entire cadence of an opposing school’s fight song means you’ve heard it quite a bit. And you only hear it when that team is shoving the pigskin up your ass without the benefit of a reach around.

Seems the Tigers must be doing something right as of late for all of you to be oh-so-enamored with them. I don’t recall hearing many opposing fight songs the past 3 years at the AU games I’ve been to… I wonder why.

Hey Keebler (John From H’ville)….I have listened to your calls on Finebaum for years now….I enjoyed you putting your young son on the radio to tell the world he thought someone “sucked”. Yesterday you got on there and spewed complete schitt….as the facts got lost somewhere between your undersized cranium and your miniature piehole….The grade changed occurred when those 2 were both AU & Bama recruits….in 2006 before they even left their junior years….but don’t let those facts along with the thousands of others you and your revisionist history Bam friends like to do.
I hope your son gets his physical stature from his Mom……….stay classy

Bobby,

Always good to hear from you. Glad you could take a break from wanking off to re-runs of SpongeBob Squarepants to post here.

Speaking of golf, I’d wager 5 large that I can beat you straight up playing with a 7-iron and a putter on the course of your choosing.

Please remind your mom to change the plastic sheets on your bed.

AUsrhggns,

Keep kidding yourself that these grade changes would have occured no matter where these guys ended up.

You now have two more fine scholars in the Auburn tradition. Hopefully these two don’t have soy milk allergies so you won’t have to divert too much tutoring resources to read their tests to them.

Oh yeah, my son is eight; and he could kick your ass.

Forward this thread to Kenny and David along with my best wishes. Oooops. nevermind. They can’t read it.