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Show Sophomore SongsJunior SongsTune-I Love You All the Time. I love my hour in physics, I never sluff my chem,And when it comes to Minnie Oh, I am happy then.If I should die tomorrow, I wouldn't give a cuss,I know in hell they would spare me, For I am taking calculus.Tune-Nobody.Who spread those golden signs around, When these, the burg, woke up andfoundWho said the sophs had been around? Prexy.Who painted up the Cummings sign,And put up 11 and '09? Who thought the Freshman's stunt was fine?Nobody.Chorus-I never done nothing to nobody, I ain't got nothing from nobody, no time,And until I get something from somebody, some time, I don't intend to do nothing for nobody.Who had a year book up to date? It was the class of naughty eight,Who says '09 will be a fake? Everybody.Who are the tots in cap and gown, With heads all swelled and face all frown?Who think that they are done up brown? Seniors.Bah, bah, Ebaugh, Big Chief in Command You all will admit, he is really it,He is the candy man.He's taught Chem classes, in nearly every line,But I bet in all his life, He never struck one like '09.Struck one like '09? Struck one like '09.No, I'll bet in all his life, He never struck one like '09.Bah, bah, Sophomores, why this quietspell? Why sir, you see sir, we don't like to tell.We once tried to make a noise, We gave our little yell,But we haven't dared do it since, 'Cause 'leven gave us well-'Cause 'leven gave us what? Cause 'leven gave us hell.But we haven't dared to do it since, Cause 'leven gave us hell.Bah, bah, Seniors, have you any sense? No sir, no sir, not on hand,We had some in High School, We had enough to do,But we haven't had a grain of it Since '09 hit the "TL" Since '09 hit the what? Since '09 hit the "TL" But we haven't had a grain of it, Since '09 hit the "TL"Rah, rah, Juniors, have you any pride V Yes sir, yes sir, ability beside,We balance up the balances, And make the riders ride,Make toddies of wood alcohol, And drink the cyanide.And drink the cyanide? And drink the cyanide.Make toddies of wood alcohol. And drink the cyanide.Senior SongsOh fill up the glass, Doc Ebaugh, DocEbaugh, For we love you as you know.And surely you will oblige us, With a little H2O.We want no wine of a foreign vintage, Nor beer of a special brew,But fill up the glass with hydrogen gas, That is all we ask of you.And when we are at "lab,"We always feel bad,But it's nobody's business but our own, Nobody's business, nobody's business,Nobody's business but our' own.'08 Yell.Hi there, waiter, steam baked beers, We're from the school of engineers,Beveled gears, devil gears, what to hell? '08 Engineers.(150) |