Jamboree Jones - Bobby Troup

I'll begin my story

Out west Virginia

Is a little college

All the student body

Only cared for football

Never mind the knowledge

Never mind the sheepskin

They preferred the pigskin

Seemed to have it in their bones

They knew all about it

Couldn't do without it

All except a certain Mr Jamboree Jones

He played the clarinet with all his might

He studied night and day

He practiced day and night

No runnin' up the field for Mr Jones

He'd rather run up the scale and down the scale

What tones

Even though his buddies

Always cut their studies

To attend the rallies

While they all were rootin'

Hear him tootin'

"What's become of Sally"

How they used to hate him

Co-eds wouldn't date him

Thought he was an awful bore

But he liked his rhythm

More than being with 'em

So he'd only turn in

Practice some more

Meanwhile the team marched on to greater fame

Till they were asked to play

The famous Rose Bowl game

And on that day of days the students beamed

What did they do

When the team marched on the scene

They screamed

Startin' from the kick-off

They pulled every trick off

But they couldn't win it

Instead of goin' forwards

They were goin' backwards

'Bout a mile a minute

Seein' their position

They called intermission

When they heard the referee say

Seventeen to nothin'

Exactly nothin'

When you've only got about a minute to play

Then from the stand there came a distant wail

And it was Jamboree a-swingin' "Hold 'em Yale"

And then the students all began to yell

The players marched up the field

And down the field pell mell

Now on a certain West Virginia hill

There stands that college still

Just as it always will

And there's a picture in the hall of fame

And who's the boy in the frame

Who won the game

Jamboree Jones the gentleman's name

Jamboree Jones the gentleman's name

Jamboree

Jamboree Jones