Geaux Tigers! Geaux Tigers!

Geaux Tigers! Geaux Tigers!
By The Ant

Geaux Tigers! Geaux Tigers! The journey is now near,
The team has weather’d every loss, the game we sought
is here,
The Tide is near, the mob I hear, the people all preparing,
While crowds they watch the Tiger’s bus, the vessel bold
and daring;
But O Les! Les! Les!
O the coach who leads our team,
To bring the Bengals victory,
Standing tall and lean
Geaux Tigers! Geaux Tigers! Rise up and beat the tide;
Rise up—for you the flags are flung—for you the
crowds arrive
For you loud roars and hardy chants—for you the
stadium’s packed
For you they call, the rowdy mass, the tiger fans are jacked!
Hey Tigers! Dear Tigers!
This game is quite the scene!
It is some dream that on this day,
You beat the crimson team.
The Tigers will they answer? They look ready to pounce,
And when that tunnel they run out, my heart will surely bounce,
The game’s arrived there’s no turn’n back, the practicing
is done,
We hope the tigers are prepared, there is no goal but one;
To win the game November 8th
Upon the grass so green
We must Beat Bama here tonight
Geaux Tigers! We all scream