Oh Aggies doest thou wonder too, That your faults lie deeper than stinky socks…And that when your mother gave birth to you…She suffered from the pox….But though you’ll think me tacky,I’ll suppose that it’s not rare,That far beneath your Army khakiLies crotchless underwear..So Aggies lest from grace you fall,We’ll concede this if you let us;Your shaven domes are heads afterall….Though only ones of lettuce.
Oh Aggies doest thou wonder too, That your faults lie deeper than stinky socks…And that when your mother gave birth to you…She suffered from the pox….But though you’ll think me tacky,I’ll suppose that it’s not rare,That far beneath your Army khakiLies crotchless underwear..So Aggies lest from grace you fall,We’ll concede this if you let us;Your shaven domes are heads afterall….Though only ones of lettuce.