I.  
Everybody wins but Stetson,
And they don't win at all.
Something seems the matter;
For they can't play football.
So yell like hell, good fellows;
There's going to be some fun:
Just watch that good old Florida bunch
Put Stetson on the bum.

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II. 
There's a meeting took place
For the football race
Way down in Gainesville.
There were men large and small,
Lankey, lean, fat and small,
At that great football meeting.
When the game it was out
How Florida did shout—
She was so happy.
Old Stetson was tired
And could not be inspired,
So they carried her off the field.

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III.
Cheer, boys, cheer!
For Florida's got the ball.
We'll win this game
Or play no more this fall.
When we hit their line
There'll be no line at all,
But a hot time in Gainesville tonight.

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IV.
Hi Yi Ki Yikus,
There's nothing like us
Florida forever plays football
Never defeated except when cheated
And then by no means at all.

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V. 
We'll roll the old football on,
We'll roll the old football on,
On to victory.
If Stetson is in the way. we'll roll it over her.
If Stetson is in the way, we'll roll it over her.
On to victory.

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VI. 
We'll hang John B. on a sour apple tree,
We'll hang john B. on a sour apple tree,
We'll hang John B. on a sour apple tree
As we go marching on.
Glory, Glory to old Florida,
Glory, Glory to old Florida,
Glory, Glory to old Florida,
As we go marching on.

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I.
Hell's broke loose!
Hell's broke loose!
Here we come in a hot caboose.
Rooters! Tooters! here we are!
Florida! Florida!
Rah, Rah, Rah!

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II. 
With a vivo,
With a vevo,
With a vevo, vivo, vumbo!
Johnnie get a rat trap, bigger than
a cat trap;
Johnnie get a rat trap, bigger than a cat trap;
Hannibal! Cannibal!
Sis, Boom, Bah!
Florida, Florida,
Rah! Rah! Rah!

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III. 
Boom Chica Boom,
Boom Chica Boom,
Boom Chica, Rika Chika, Rika Chica Boom.
Boom get a rat trap, bigger than a cat trap.
Boom, Boom, Boom.
Hannibal, Cannibal, Sis Boom, Bah,
Florida, Florida, Rah, Rah, Rah.

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(Tune of Maryland, My Maryland.)
'Neath sunny skies and stately pines,
Florida, my Florida.
'Midst orange blooms and trailing vines,
Florida, my Florida,
There thrives a school of beauteous name,
Her children need not blush for shame;
We sing our Alma Mater's fame—
Florida, my Florida.

With loyal hearts we join the throng:
Florida, my Florida.
We pledge our love, both pure and strong:
Florida, my Florida.
Her queenly grace wins young and old,
And royal robes her form doth fold.
We sing the blue and the gold—
Florida, my Florida.

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Rackety Jack! Rackety-Jack!
Hulla-ba-loo! Hulla-ba-loo!
Who are you? Who are you?
F. U.! F. U.!
Florida!