Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Trojan Night, artist - Hub City Stompers. Album song Blood, Sweat and Years, in the genre Ска
Date of issue: 21.11.2019
Record label: Altercation
Song language: English
Trojan Night |
See a shiny silver keg, it’s as big as a whale! |
And it’s full of Bass Ale! |
Some sorority girls, yeah, I count about 20! |
So come on! |
And don’t bring any beer money! |
Well 5:00 and the weekend’s in sight |
But what’s to do on a Thursday night? |
16 skins and a broken down car |
No booze, no girls, no money for the bar |
When down the street walk a couple of chaps |
With little Greek letters on their baseball caps |
Yappin' and flappin' 'bout the party going down |
Oh that’s right, this is a college town! |
An end to our frustration! |
Don’t need an invitation! |
So with street under boot, we’re hot in pursuit |
And set upon the village set to pillage and loot |
Big, Greek letters hanging over the door |
Fools behind it don’t know what’s in store |
We roll through the door, and ain’t that a bitch: |
A forest full of Gap and Abercrombie & Fitch! |
But no one says a thing to us, perhaps out of fear |
So half of us go for the girls, the rest go for the bseer |
Don’t mind the staring faces! |
We’ve found our beer oasis! |
Just look the other way… |
…when we enter the door and empty your keg! |
…when my hand is sliding up your girlfriend’s leg! |
…your beer or your life, we’re not too demanding! |
…and at the end of the night you’ll still be standing! |
As the night moves along, the beer flows strong |
There’s low-cut jeans and high-jacked thongs |
Street battle stories told loud and proud |
From sloppy, drunken mouths to a captive crowd |
Frat boys challenge us to drinking games |
We rise to the occasion and we put 'em all to shame |
No «chug! |
chug! |
chug!» |
for the neighborhood thugs |
So put away your dixie cup, we brought our gallon jugs! |
A thaw in our relations! |
Made through inebriation! |
We came! |
We saw! |
We drank! |
We flirted! |
Now the beer is gone the place will be deserted! |
Thanks from the bottom of our beer guts |
We’re going back to Welton Street to sit on our butts |
And if a few Theta girls come with us |
No need to make a fight, no need to make a fuss |
You’ll know where to find 'em at half-past-two: |
On the walk-of-shame home from the neighborhood crew! |
Got just what we were needing! |
And until our next meeting… |