Remember, remember the fifth of November

The grass-eater’s corndog plot

I see no reason why grass eating corndogs

Should ever be forgot

Les Miles, Les Miles, he brought his hat

To blow up the Tide and the Elephant

Eighty five Tigers he led on the field

To cause the forces of Saban to yield

But the Bear in houndstooth standing by

Caused Les’s plans to go awry

Holloa boys, holloa boys

God bless the Tide

Hip hip hooray

Victorious day!

A penny loaf to feed ol' Les

A pound of grass to choke him

Synthetic weed to smoke him out

And corndog sticks to burn him

Burn him in a tub of tar

Burn him like a blazing star

Burn his body from his head

Then we'll say ol' Les is dead.

Hip hip hooray!

Hip hip hooray!