YELLER JACKETS TO GIT SPLATTERED
ON BULLDAWG FLY PAPER
It wuz one a them days when them Dawgs couldn't kick
no field goal, couldn't catch no footballs, and couldn't tackle
no Caddylac. When they finally got that there TD at the end a
the game, Vernon "GoFerTwo" Derryberry starts a yellin'
"GoFerTwo!!"" "GoFerTwo!!" and Eunice
Wylene takes a big swig a Jack Daniels and grabs the feller and
chunks 'im over the top deck launchin' im into a danged pretzel
stand in the parkin' lot.
Well, the Brigade jest wanted to head on back toward the Georgia
state line and they grouped up real fast and tied Vernon across
Phoole the Mule's saddle and headed east. By and by, after a long,
long, cold, dreary, ugly, miserable, ding danged day they stopped
into "Big Bertha's Bama Barbeque" run by Big Bertha
and her husband Luther and his baby brother, Clendennen. Lucky
the Brigade arrived early afore the War Chicken crowd and had
the whole danged place to theirselves. After orderin' 36 slabs
a ribs, 18 whole chickens, and 20 gallons a Brunswick stew, they
wuz commencin' to feelin' better and even thinkin' 'bout a Thanksgivin'
Yeller Jacket whuppin'. Pecker had his eye on Bertha and when
Luther went out back to git some firewood, Pecker slipped a quarter
in the juke box and put on Elvis singin' "Ain't Nuthin' But
a Hound Dawg." Bertha wuz kind a sweet on Pecker and when
they took the dance floor, both the Beulow Boys startin' tearin'
up.
Jest as they wuz payin' the bill and fixin' to leave, a commotion
started in the gravel outside and suddenly the front door is kicked
in by a big black and yeller lookin' fuzzy buzzy bee. This bee
feller chunks a bee hive toward Bubba Ray and hunderds a mad ol'
bees commence to stingin' the boy's posterior as he jumps thru
the plate glass winder and destroys the neon "Big Bertha"
light as he disappears into the hickry woods toward Phenix City,
bees jest a zappin' and zappin' his hind quarters. Then the feller
in the fuzzy buzzy bee suit takes off his bee head and yells,
"This is from my darlin' Judy Trudy de la Snooty!! And she
sez to not come anywhere near her beloved Yeller Jackets!!"
So the remainin' Brigade starts a chunkin' ribs, and catchup,
and fries toward the danged feller and then Skeeter Doorock jumps
on his back and rides 'im right into the beer cooler......That
Judy Trudy de la Snooty has done got to be dealed with.
Dawgs took on them Tigers
& thought they could boss 'em
But the Caddylac Man
proved agin to be awesome
The Bulldawg is down
but he's shorely not out
It is time to stomp Bees
not to whine er to pout
Them Dawgs hate Bee stings
comin' from Yeller Jackets
They ain't even ranked
they're not near Bulldawg brackets
Their mascot is ugly
a big yeller balloon
We think he's called Buzzy
though his Buzz will stop soon
They ride in a car
it's a old Ramblin' Wreck
It will end up on blocks
when them Dawgs raise some Heck
The last home game fer Greene
we shore hope it's his best
'Cause them miserable insects
can become quite a pest
Let's make plans fer a Bowl
this is Thanksgivin' Fun
Bulldawgs score 38
and them Bugs 21!!!!
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