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I'll begin the story |
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Out in West Virginia |
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Is a little college |
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(Rah, Rah, Rah) |
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All the student body |
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Only cared for football |
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Never mind the knowledge |
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(Rah, Rah, Rah) |
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Never mind the sheepskin |
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They preferred the pigskin |
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Seemed to have it in their bones |
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Yeah, they knew all about it |
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Couldn't do without it |
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All except a certain Mr. Jamboree Jones |
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And he played the clarinet with all his might |
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He studied night and day, he practiced day and night |
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No runnin' up the field for Mr. Jones |
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He'd rather run up the scale and down the scale, |
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What tones. |
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Even though his buddies |
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Always cut their studies |
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To attend the rallies |
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(Rah, Rah, Rah) |
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While they all were rootin' |
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You could hear him tootin' |
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"What's become of Sally" |
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(Rah, Rah, Rah) |
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How they used to hate him |
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Co-eds wouldn't date him |
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Thought he was an awful bore |
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Oh, but he liked his rhythm |
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More than being with 'em |
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So he'd only turn in |
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For to practice some more |
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And meanwhile the team marched on to greater fame |
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Till they were asked to play that famous Rose Bowl game |
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And on that day of days the students beamed |
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What did they do when the team marched on the scene |
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I want to tell you ladies and you gentlemen, they screamed. |
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Rah, Rah, Rah, Rah |
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Biff-boom-bah, bah-bah-dee-addle-oh |
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Yea-ho, watch 'em go |
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Startin' from the kick-off, |
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They pulled every trick off |
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But they couldn't win it |
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(No, no, no) |
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Instead of goin' forwards |
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They were goin' backwards |
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'Bout a mile a minute |
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(Yeah, yeah, yeah) |
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Seein' their position |
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They called intermission |
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And they heard the referee say |
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Hey, seventeen to nothin' |
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Ain't exactly nothin' |
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And you've only got about a minute to play |
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And then from the stand there came a distant wail |
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And it was Jamboree a-swingin' "Hold 'em Yale" |
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(Bula, bula, bula) |
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And then the students all began to yell |
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The players marched up the field |
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And down the field, pell mell. |
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Now on a certain West Virginia hill |
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There stands that college still |
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Just as it always will |
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And there's a picture in the hall of fame |
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You'll find the boy in the frame who won the game |
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Jamboree Jones was the gentleman's name. |