| Now we may be inebriated, and somewhat dumb
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| But I’ll tell you one thing, we can surely come
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| To the party, and wreck the house
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| Won’t go home at all, unless they throw us out
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| So pass some more booze so I can blow chunks
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| Listen to the cool sounds that we make when we’re drunk, ha haa!
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| I-Eta-Pi, Kegga Bru
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| Sigma-Epsilon-Chi, which one is for you
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| And once you pledge your life is mine
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| You’ll be a brother till the end of time
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| And at the end of the world when the countries start nukin'
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| Even if it’s a fluke, I’ll be in the back pukin' in the toilet
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| Taste just as good comin' back
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| Don’t let it go to waste we’re recycling that, tell 'em now
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| Now I’ve been a brother since seventy-nine
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| And I’m still in school now even though I’m forty-nine
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| It’s not a problem 'cause I’m havin' fun
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| And I plan to graduate in two thousand twenty one
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| But it ain’t no thing 'cause I’m always tan
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| And guaranteed to flunk every final exam
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| Like M and M’s candy will melt in your beer
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| To sleep with every girl on campus is why I’m here
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| Now this Friday might be funky, and maybe even gory
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| But I know this for sure it will not be boring
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| 'Cause we’re gonna get five hundred kegs
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| And by the time the party’s through I won’t feel my legs
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| My friends are gonna bring rum to the party
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| Some Peach Tree Schnaaps, and gallons of Bacardy
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| Funnels on the side, Jello shots in the cup
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| And then I’ll start all over after throwin' it up
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| Frat boys
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| You know they drink till dawn
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| Frat boys
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| They’re puking on my lawn
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| Frat boys
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| You know they drink till dawn
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| Frat boys
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| They’re puking on my lawn
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| Now life in the frat house is so much fun
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| It’s just like Congress nothing ever gets done
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| You see we get the girls every night
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| But I wouldn’t use the toilet if you value your life
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| But the house is sturdy, the fridge is full
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| We got beer made from here, Buffalo, and Nepal
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| We’re just one big family, a happy crew
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| And all the roaches in the kitchen are brothers too
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| Just do the right thing and we’ll accept you
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| Unless you’re a black man, Hispanic, or Jew
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| All you need is to pay your membership fees
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| We want caaaaash, please no personal checks
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| It’s only twelve-hundred dollars every month now
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| I got a raaaaash, that’s your own damn fault
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| Get off your lazy butt and go down to the vault
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| We got lemon and tequila but we’re out of salt
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| So if you’re here to pledge better be prepared
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| The prophilactics are here and the sheep are there
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| We’ll see if you’re a man or mouse
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| You gotta prove you’re a man to get in the frat house
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| To all the lady’s in the place I’m ready to go
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| So if you wanna have fun just let me know
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| Twelve at one time, or maybe more
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| Powered by alcohol, I never get sore
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| A Budweiser man, a tower full of power
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| Urinated five times in the last half hour
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| It’s five past eight, and I’m not drunk yet
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| I’m behind schedule but I needn’t fret
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| 'Cause I drink and I drink while I sing the beer psalm
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| Never gonna stop until I’m totally bombed
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| I gag and I belch and I throw up too
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| One toilet ain’t enough, you’re gonna need two
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| To hold me, and all the stuff, that I throw up
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| When my stomach erupts, get ready here it comes
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| Better watch where it runs.
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| The only one in the world who understands, toilet bowl
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| Now I’m the one in the frat house in charge of supplies
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| We’re a beer drinkin', class skippin' couple o' guys
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| The house is so dirty that my teeth are brown
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| And I’m the man with the biggest beer gut in town
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| But I do plan to get out of here one day
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| And on my diploma it will proudly say
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| Never went to class, and he barely passed
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| Was the third from the bottom in the graduating class
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| Forget that, that can wait, bring the beer over here
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| 'Cause I wanna have fun and what’s one more year
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| 'Cause education ain’t nothing compared to bein' cool
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| I may be a grandfather by the time I’m out of school
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| 'Cause I’m proud to be in a fraternity
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| And when we have a party it’s the place to be
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| We’re frats we’re frats we’re obnoxious little brats
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| And we’re here for years 'cause our parents paid for that |