Tune to “Ta-Ra-Ra-Boom-De-Ay”
Written in 1889 by Samuel R. Ireland
I’m a howling Sigma Chi,
Seldom cuss and never lie;
Never drink old nasty beer,
Cigarettes I greatly fear.
My old man’s a good old soul,
He don’t know I’m in the hole;
When my monthly song I sing,
Charge up drinks as “soap and things.”
CHORUS
Ta-ra-ra-boom-de-ay! Ta-ra-ra Sigma Chi!
Ta-ra-ra-boom-de-ay! Ta-ra-ra Sigma Chi!
Football, baseball, dancing ball,
Sigma Chi has got the call;
In her classes high she’ll stand,
Rides the wagon with the band.
In ’55 she had her birth,
In ____(fill in the blank) she rules the earth;
On judgment day won’t we feel big,
Old Gabriel will be a Sig.
CHORUS
I’m a whooping Sigma Chi,
I’ve sung my little lullaby;
When Sigs try hard they will get there,
From shooting craps to leading prayer.
With honors, girls, or spikes in view,
We’re always on the winning crew;
When dust clears off from college scraps,
the Sigs will be the on-top chaps.
CHORUS
