GEORGIA v. Florida

Georgia vs. Florida, 3:30 p.m., Jacksonville.
The rivalry continues.

I was cheering in the stands one game day
when my eyes beheld an awesome play.
For the Bulldogs' quarterback threw a stunning strike,
and suddenly, to Gators' dislike,

They did the Bash.
They did the Gator Bash.
The Gator Bash.
It was a J'ville smash.
They did the Bash.
It caught on in a flash.
They did the Bash.
They did the Gator Bash.

From the conference standings in the SEC East,
to outside the bus where energy vampires feast,
the fans all cheered with great intensity
not only for the Dawgs but for Tennessee.

They did the Bash.
They did the Gator Bash.
The Gator Bash.
It was a J'ville smash.
They did the Bash.
It caught on in a flash.
They did the Bash.
They did the Gator Bash.

The zebras were having fun;
the flagging had just begun.
But the Dawgs just played too well in
a way that did honor Munson.

The stadium was rockin'; fans were digging the Dawgs
moving the chains and getting critical stops.
The special-teamers for once were sublime,
with their brightest and best, the place kicker fine.

They did the Bash.
They did the Gator Bash.
The Gator Bash.
It was a J'ville smash.
They did the Bash.
It caught on in a flash.
They did the Bash.
They did the Gator Bash.

Out from the sideline Richt's voice did ring;
seems he was wondering just one thing.
Addressing that ex-Dawg Muschamp prig,
he said, "How do you Gators like my Jacksonvillian Jig?"

It's now the Bash.
It's now The Gator Bash.
The Gator Bash.
And it's a J'ville smash.
It's now the Bash.
It's caught on in a flash.
It's now the Bash;
It's now the Gator Bash.

Now everything's cool; Richt's our favorite man
and the Gator bash is the hit of the fans.
For all true Bulldogs, this Bash was meant to
give the Gators what for and tell them hey from Belue.

Then you can Bash.
Then you can Gator Bash.
The Gator Bash.
And do my J'ville smash.
Then you can Bash.
You'll catch on in a flash.
Then you can Bash.
Then you can Gator Bash.

Two Simple Words: GO DAWGS!