Every true son, so happy hearted, Skies above us are blue, There's a spirit so deep within us, Old Missouri here's to you (RAH! RAH!). When the band plays the Tiger war song, And when the fray is through, We will tramp, tramp, tramp around the Columns, With a cheer for Old Mizzou! HIT IT! HOORAY, HURRAH, MIZZOU, MIZZOU! HOORAY, HURRAH, MIZZOU, MIZZOU! HOORAY, HURRAH, AND A BULLY FOR OLD MIZZOU, RAH! RAH! RAH! RAH! MIZZOU-RAH! MIZZOU-RAH! MIZZOU-RAH, TIGERS!
Those guys are fags....
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