Oh, if I had a daughter,
sir, I'd dress her in white and gold
And take her on the campus,
sir, to cheer the brave and bold
But if I had a son,
sir, I tell you what he'd do
He would yell to heck with
Georgia like his daddy used to do
I'm a ramblin' wreck for
Georgia
Tech and a heck of an engineer
A heck of a, heck of a, heck of a,
heck of a, heck of an engineer
Like all the jolly fellows,
I drink my whiskey clear
I'm a ramblin' wreck of
Georgia
Tech and a heck of an engineer
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 drink to every fellow who comes from far
and near I'm a ramblin' wreck from
Georgia takin' a heck of an engineer
I'm a ramblin' wreck from
Georgia takin' a heck of an engineer
A heck of a, heck of a, heck of a, heck of a,
heck of an engineer
I call the talent fellows,
I drink my whiskey clear
I'm a ramblin' wreck from
Georgia, takin' a heck of an engineer
I'm a heck of a, heck of a, heck of a, heck of
a, heck of an engineer