All right Dawg Nation… y’all know what to do… G! E! O! R! G! I! A! GEORGIA BULLDOGS! Down in Athens where the blood runs black and red, Where hedges guard the path we tread, Legends walk and spirits rise, Under Georgia’s southern skies. Stetson fought, no silver spoon, Now we howl beneath the moon. Buck to Herschel, Davis too, They built this fire Kirby drew. Them Dawgs is hell, can’t you tell? (crowd: “HELL YEAH!”) Between the hedges, we raise that yell. (crowd: “GO DAWGS!”) Gunner locked, Beck threw flames, We break the will, we run the game. Tennessee, Bama, Gators fell… My God, them Dawgs is hell! "SIC 'EM!" — WOOF! WOOF! WOOF! WOOF! WOOF! We don’t just play—we punish pride, With Dawgs hittin' harder than a crimson tide. Jordan Davis shut 'em down, Left Gators cryin’ in their town. Kirby’s got the boys in line, Steel and grit, a hell-bent spine. Rebs, Vols, Tech—they know the cost, When they cross that bridge, they all get tossed. Them Dawgs is hell, raise some hell! (crowd: “HELL YEAH!”) We own this field, we ring that bell. (crowd: “DAWGS ON TOP!”) Beck dropped dimes, Gunner runs hot, It’s Bulldog pride they ain’t forgot. You can hear Munson start to yell — “My God! Them Dawgs is hell!” "They came in cocky... but we broke 'em... ripped right through ‘em… Just look at them Dawgs! I don’t believe what I just saw!" This ain’t just ball, it’s sacred ground, Where greatness echoes in the sound. The chapel bell, the Sanford scream, The Dawgs don’t play—they live the dream. From Buck's pass to Herschel’s run, Now we bring the hell, not just for fun. From past to present, we don't forget, This Georgia fire ain't burned out yet. Them Dawgs is hell, can’t you tell? (crowd: “HELL YEAH!”) We stand united, raise that yell. “GO DAWGS!” Legends past, and future made, This red and black will never fade. Between the hedges, hearts rebel — My God… Them Dawgs is hell! SIC 'EM! WOOF! -- WOOF! --WOOF! -- WOOF! -- WOOF!
