University of Florida Poem (College Poetry)

*University of Florida*

(Set to the Melody of “We Are the Boys from Old Florida”)

We are the Gators of Flo-ri-da,
F-L-O-R-I-D-A,
Where Se-mi-noles are stopped,
The Hurricanes get blocked,
But Gators go all the way.
GO GATORS!

We are the Gators of Flo-ri-da,
When 3rd quarter ends we will sway,
Friends hold one another
And sing with each other,
Now boys, get back out there and play!

We are the Gators of Flo-rida,
F-L-O-R-I-D-A,
Albert and Alberta,
With all of Flo-ri-da,
Shouts, “It’s Great to be a Gator, Hooray!”

(Fade Out)

**

Who’s the school that has three football champs?
Louder, Louder
Basketball champions, back to back?
Louder, y’all!
Who’s the school that won both in the same year!?
I can’t hear you!
Who has the best parties every damn year!?
Turn-up, Turn-up, Turn-up, Turn-up,

Who’s making all that noise!?
Ga-tor Na-tion!
Them rowdy girls and those raucous boys!?
Ga-tor Na-tion
Who makes loud noise everywhere they’re at!!?
Ga-tor Na-tion
Where’s the source!? Who’s behind that!?
Gator Nation’s where it’s at.

Sports school all day, do you all hear that!?
We bring the noise on court and grass;
Party school, that’s right, yeah, you best believe that,
Lead the list at first: top of the class.
Ain’t behind UF? You finish last,
We run the state, State’s fading fast,
The power’s in the hands of the Orange and Blue brass,
Burying the Gold is a treasured task.
So you rep F-State? We couldn’t give two shits,
We holler for UF, baby, Mr. Two Bits,
We make Seminoles flinch: that’s another two hits,
The reason why on our field you only hear true hits:

What we’ve released is The Best of Florida.

AKA Champions, we’ll call that the subtitle,
Ain’t no substitute for an FBS title,
Most don’t know what it’s like to be the best, but we know,
Thanks to names like Wuerffel and Tim Tebow.
Men like Spurrier and Meyer helped bring what we show:
A spirit in the Swamp, planted, that we grow.

At Gator Growl our spirit—can’t be beat,
Gators turn up, F-State’s on pre-heat,
Soon as they come out, it’s time to sink our teeth,
We give the Gator Chomp whenever foes got beef.

When anybody dreams of doing up our boys,
They soon wake up when we make our noise.
I said,

Who’s making all that noise!?
Ga-tor Na-tion!
Them rowdy girls and those raucous boys!?
Ga-tor Na-tion
Who makes loud noise everywhere they’re at!!?
Ga-tor Na-tion
Where’s the source!? Where’s the party at!?
U of F is where it’s at.

You wanna live college? Buddy, look no more,
Every school’s got parties, we’ve got more,
Midtown, Downtown, let the good times pour,
Clink it up, drink it up, ask the ‘keep for more.
At Swamp Restaurant, we do it up Midtown,
Suck the bar dry, then we head Downtown,
Midtown or Downtown our party circle’s year round,
Drink till we drop, then Haslem—we rebound.

O’Connell’s best shots are on air, Noah’s Arc,
The stories that we made do our telling like a nark,
We’re the center of the sport that’s cuz the Gators hit the mark,
Joakim hit the Bulls’ eye; Billy led us out the dark.

Champions back to back, like, who does that?
B-Ball and Football: same year?
Who does that!?
And the best part about it is that we’re not done,
Winning is our ID cuz every “Gator 1”

When anybody dreams of doing up our boys,
They soon wake up when we make our noise.
You’ll hear ’em say,

Who’s making all that noise!?
Ga-tor Na-tion!
Them rowdy girls and those raucous boys!?
Ga-tor Na-tion
Who makes loud noise everywhere they’re at!!?
Ga-tor Na-tion
Where’s the source!? Who’s behind that!?
U of F is where it’s at.

And we make noise up there in Club West,
When it comes to research we’re the Sunshine’s best,
We’re known for lightning, but we’re roaring thunder,
In audiology, our noise adds to the wonder:
Of a school where every held book makes a thud,
Then Gators turn around and party down in the mud.
We eat in the Swamp, bleed in the Swamp, and on Saturdays, Gators live for the Swamp,
We survive Circumstance then make it to the Pomp,
At the quarter of the hour up on Century Tower,
We heard the bells ring and we let our boots stomp,
Until we went to depart—on from Gainesville,
We may have graduated but each Gator gains still,
Florida degrees lead to jobs that’s hard to find,
Read the Alligator; we’ll be in the headlines,
You’ll read on Gators gone and are still making noise,
A Gator Nation member’s what this nation employs,
What’s that, haters? I didn’t catch that…
There’s too much damn noise here from where I’m at,
They’re parting words now, but alums say it later:
It’s Great to Be:

A Florida Gator.

From Alma Mater Vol. 4: The South
You can read the full four-volume Alma Mater collection here.
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