I'm a ramblin' wreck from Georgia Tech and a helluva engineer.
A helluva, helluva, helluva, helluva, helluva engineer.
Like all the jolly good fellows, I drink my whiskey clear.
I'm a ramblin' wreck from Georgia Tech and a helluva engineer.

Oh, I wish I had a daughter sir I'd dress her in white and gold.
I'd put her on the campus to cheer the brave and bold.
And if I had a son sir, I'd tell you what he'd do.
He would yell "To HELL with Georgia!" like his daddy used to do.

Oh if I had a barrel of rum and sugar three thousand pounds,
A college bell to put it in and clapper to stir it around,
I'd drink to all the good fellows who come from far and near,
'Cause I'm a ramblin', gamblin', helluva engineer.