I know it's cheesy, but here it goes. Sung to the old spiritual, "Let My People Go"
When Florida under Chump’s command,
Let My Gators go!
Oppressed so hard they could not stand,
Let my Gators go!
No more shall they in bondage toil,
Let My Gators go!
Let them part with conference spoils,
Let My Gatos go!
Oh, let us all from bondage flee,
Let My Gatos go!
And let us all in Mac be free,
Let My Gatos go!
You need not always weep and mourn,
Let My Gators go!
And wear the Chump’s chains forlorn,
Let My Gators go!
Your foes shall not before you stand,
Let My Gators go!
And you’ll possess the Conference land,
Let my Gators go!
Go down, Big Mac,
Way down in Gator land;
Tell old Fooley
To let My Gators go!