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 a clapper to stir it round.


I'd drink to all the good fellows who come from far and near.


I'm a ramblin', gamblin', hell of an engineer!
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 a clapper to stir it round.

I'd drink to all the good fellows who come from far and near.

I'm a ramblin', gamblin', hell of an engineer!
Ramblin' Wreck from Georgia Tech