Don’t misunderstand the boots,
Or the faint southern drawl.
I’m more than meets the eye,
And that still isn’t all.
I won’t do it because it’s law,
I’ll do it because it’s right.
I treat everyone with respect,
But I’m not afraid of a fight.
I use sir and ma’am,
More than my credit card.
My favorite kind of grass,
Grows right out in my yard.
I’m a Fightin’ Texas Aggie.
And that’s what I’ll always be.
I’ll still feel an axe in my hands,
When I see a nice tall tree.
Howdy is how I say hello,
Y’all when there’s more than one.
If there’s humping involved,
Then we’re really having fun.
I’m gonna hold your door,
So you best get used to that.
I do it because I like it,
It’s not that I think you’re fat.
I’m a Fightin’ Texas Aggie.
And that’s what I’ll always be.
I still get a kick when I’m on the Quad,
And see some fish yelling at a tree.
My shirt is maroon,
So don’t you dare call it red.
That color belongs to some boys up north,
That are dumber than the dead.
I stand up for football,
And I stand up for the flag.
I proud to stand for my country,
Especially next to a cute wag.
I’m a Fightin’ Texas Aggie.
And that’s what I’ll always be.
You might take me out of Texas,
But you’ll never take the Aggie out of me.
Or the faint southern drawl.
I’m more than meets the eye,
And that still isn’t all.
I won’t do it because it’s law,
I’ll do it because it’s right.
I treat everyone with respect,
But I’m not afraid of a fight.
I use sir and ma’am,
More than my credit card.
My favorite kind of grass,
Grows right out in my yard.
I’m a Fightin’ Texas Aggie.
And that’s what I’ll always be.
I’ll still feel an axe in my hands,
When I see a nice tall tree.
Howdy is how I say hello,
Y’all when there’s more than one.
If there’s humping involved,
Then we’re really having fun.
I’m gonna hold your door,
So you best get used to that.
I do it because I like it,
It’s not that I think you’re fat.
I’m a Fightin’ Texas Aggie.
And that’s what I’ll always be.
I still get a kick when I’m on the Quad,
And see some fish yelling at a tree.
My shirt is maroon,
So don’t you dare call it red.
That color belongs to some boys up north,
That are dumber than the dead.
I stand up for football,
And I stand up for the flag.
I proud to stand for my country,
Especially next to a cute wag.
I’m a Fightin’ Texas Aggie.
And that’s what I’ll always be.
You might take me out of Texas,
But you’ll never take the Aggie out of me.