“Ride High, You Mustangs”

Ride High, You Mustangs,
Kick the frost out, burn the breeze.
Ride High, You Mustangs,
Those Bow-wows we’ll knock to their knees
Hi, Ki, Yi!
Ride High, You Mustangs,
Chin the moon and do it right.
Ride High, and cut a rusty,
Fight! Fight! Fight!