T.I.G.E.R.: "Blood, Bricks, and Green Grass"
 Each game brings new and creative cheers, known as "Spam," from the Tiger Pep Band. Unfortunately, most of these spur-of-the-moment shouts are lost forever to posterity.
However, several "staple" and "historic" cheers have been saved. Most of these cheers were penned by our very own "Pep Band Poet Extraordinaire" and french hornist Jeff Radcliffe. Later, cheers were created from the never-ending energy supply of flautist and "Pep Band Member Extraordinaire" Cameron Mott.
They wrote the cheers, led us (or tried to), and sometimes even explained the big words that none of us could quite decipher.
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Special Guest Spam
courtesy of Erin Phelps, from the Rose Pep Band, Rose-Hulman Institute of Technology
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5/22/2002
Technicolor Tigers
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translation:
E to the x dy dx, E to the x dx.
Secant, Tangent, Cosine, Sine.
Three point one-four-one-five-nine.
Phi, Pi, square root of three.
Fight 'em, fight 'em! R. H. I. T.
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In tri-color attire we now arrive
for boredom and sadness we do despise.
Hoot and hollar we will in haste,
but never together, or in good taste!
(Like Spam, our beloved luncheon meat,
the flavor of which nothing can beat!)
To Tiger pride we make this effort,
and nothing but victory do we purport.
In the stands, on the court 'r field,
sometimes even instruments we wield.
With great music and trademark antics,
we're better than any five-dollar flicks.
(However, admission we do not charge,
so the crowds might get a lil bit large!)
To Tiger honor we make our mission,
and nothin' but victory do we commission.
When all is over and said and done,
it's been hours and hours of just plain fun.
Tiger Pep Band and Maniacs, too,
have we nothing better or worse to do?
(Heck, "Hell, no!" Comes the reply!
"Surely we could learn to fly!")
To Tiger spirit we do commit,
and with these words, we sure prove it.
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10/5/1996
vs. Anderson
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11/2/1996
vs. Manchester Spartans
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Once upon a clear blue day
The Tiger band came out to play
In their new shirts of garish gold
They were a wonder to behold and
and on the way
they stopped to say
the Ravens shall not win today
When Anderson boasts that they will score
Quoth the Tigers -- "Nevermore."
We'll play the Hey Song 'till they cry
And Born to be Wild until they die.
There you stand --
We are the band
Please give us a rousing hand!
Spam, spam, etc.
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Good afternoon, we are the band,
We come with music by demand
(So please don't give us reprimand.)
Our yellow shirts are kept from sight
To keep the other team from fright
(And also to prevent frostbite.)
We don't need no stinkin' heat
To send the Spartans to defeat
(Or play the tunes we think are neat)
We'll build our giant pyramid
And raise a joyous cheer amid
The parent's weekend crowd
Who ever shall be proud
of us!
(Rousing cheer of Spam)
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| Blood |
Beat 'em! Bust 'em! |
| B! L! Double-O! D!
We want Blood!
Blood makes the grass grow greener, greener!
Blood makes the grass grow greener, greener!
We Want Blood!
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Beat 'em! Bust 'em!
Beat 'em, bust 'em, That’s our custom!
Hit 'em in the head with a brick! Huh!
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11/16/1996
vs. Wabash |
10/25/1997
Swing Low, Low Bandwidth |
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We're the band,
Ampersand,
Please give us some Marzipan!
We feel no hurt
In yellow shirt
Half our members own a skirt!
We shall not fail,
We shall prevail
We've recently disowned Dan Quayle!
Screaming meemies
Heebie Jeebies
The Little Giant is a weenie!
The Tigers pounce --
We'll Wabash trounce
Your defeat we can announce!
Victory
And then some tea
And then we'll learn to water ski!
The Monon Bell
At home will knell
It's rejuvenescant spell!
Junk-bond scam
Honey-baked ham
Obligatory use of Spam!
Now we're done
So let's have fun
We'll cheer until DePauw has won!
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Cyndi Lauper, Beastie Boys
We're the band, we make loud noise!
Erasure, New Kids on the Block,
We'll give a cheer while on we walk.
Tears for Fears and the Eurhythmics
We shan't recite a dirty limerick.
The Smothers Brothers, Sonny and Cher
Our yellow shirts cause quite a glare.
Spice Girls, Spice Girls, Fleetwood Mac
The mighty Tigers will attack.
Huey Lewis and the News
There is no way that we can lose
The Artist Form'ly known as Prince
We feel no pain, we do not wince.
Aerosmith and 2 Live Crew
We know defeat will come for you.
Hanson, Hanson, Marilyn Manson
A good thing that we've got our pants on.
Yanni, Zamfir, and John Tesh,
We'll render limbs from useless flesh.
ABBA, BeeGees, Beck, Bjork,
We eat our dinners with a spork
Michael Jackson and Pearl Jam,
Aren't you glad we didn't say Spam?
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| Fumble! Trip! Die! |
Nuts and Bolts! |
| Fumble! Trip! Die!
Fumble! Trip! Die!
[repeat as required to bring down the opponent]
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Nuts and Bolts!
Nuts and Bolts!
WE GOT SCREWED.
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10/11/1997
The (Band) People
vs. Franklin Grizzlies |
Greek Tigers |
We're the band, we play and cheer,
And puncture Hector with a spear,
And spell words like contortionism,
And talk about the papal schism,
And saute' leeks, and chant in Greek,
And watch old reruns of Twin Peaks,
And yeah, we also play the flute,
And horns, and drums, and kiwi fruit;
(Which by the way is quite nutritious
And makes a snack that's quite delicious)
But Tigers wearing pads and shoes
Will give those Franklin dudes a bruise:
"The football game we'll surely win:"
to paraphrase Anais Nin.
(So there you go, enjoy the show,
We should say "Spam!" before we go!) |
Tau!
Iota!
Gamma!
Epsilon!
Rho!
Sigma!
What's that spell? What's that spell?
Tigers! Tigers! Tigers!
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| Master Music |
Kick 'em! |
We're the Band,
We are Great!
Watch us while we master---
MUSIC!
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Ra, Ra, Ree!
Kick 'em in the knee!
Ra, Ra, Rass!
Kick 'em in the--
OTHER KNEE!
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| Tiger's Spelling Bee |
Mmmm. Lunch! |
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Gimme a 'P!'
P!
Gimme a 'E!'
E!
Gimme a 'P!'
P!
Gimme a 'B!'
B!
Gimme a 'A!'
A!
Gimme a 'N!'
N!
Gimme a 'D!'
D!
What's that spell? What's that spell?
TIGERS! TIGERS! TIGERS!
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Gimme a Tasty Turnip!
Tasty Turnip!
Gimme some Imported Ice!
Imported Ice!
Gimme a Gigantic Gyro!
Gigantic Gyro!
Gimme an Edible Egg!
Edible Egg!
Gimme some Rumpled Rhubarb!
Rumpled Rhubarb!
Gimme some Sloppy Spaghetti!
Sloppy Spaghetti!
What's that spell? What's that spell?
TIGERS! TIGERS! TIGERS!
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