| Thank you, for my first encore Id like to turn to a type of song that people
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| like myself find ourselves subjected to with increasing frequency as time goes
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| on, and that is the college alma mate
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| Ull find yourself at a reunion of grads, and old undergrads, and eh…
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| somebody will start proking out one of these things and everyone will
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| gradually join in. each in his own key, of course. |
| u The place is just soggy with nostalgia. |
| well, a typical such song might be called bright college days, and might go like this.
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| Bright college days, oh, carefree days that fly,
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| To thee we sing with our glasses raised on high.
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| Lets drink a toast as each of us recalls
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| Ivy-covered professors in ivy-covered halls.
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| Turn on the spigot,
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| Pour the beer and swig it,
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| And gaudeamus igit-ur.
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| Heres to parties we tossed,
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| To the games that we lost,
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| We shall claim that we won them some day.
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| To the girls young and sweet,
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| To the spacious back seat
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| Of our roommates beat up chevrolet.
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| To the beer and benzedrine,
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| To the way that the dean
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| Tried so hard to be pals with us all.
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| To excuses we fibbed,
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| To the papers we cribbed
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| From the genius who lived down the hall.
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| To the tables down at moreys (wherever that may be)
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| Let us drink a toast to all we love the best.
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| We will sleep through all the lectures,
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| And cheat on the exams,
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| And well pass, and be forgotten with the rest.
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| Oh, soon well be out amid the cold worlds strife.
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| Soon well be sliding down the razor blade of life.
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| Ready?
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| But as we go our sordid seprate ways,
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| We shall neer forget thee, thou golden college days.
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| Hearts full of youth,
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| Hearts full of truth,
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| Six parts gin to one part vermouth. |