Holding up the Dis-O in Kendade
'07-'08
Oh, Mount Holyoke, we pay thee tuition,
In the fervour of youth that's gone wrong,
Each year it gets higher and higher,
My God, alma mater, how long?
So from barroom to bedroom we stagger,
And united in free love for all,
Our drinks are too strong and our morals gone,
Mount Holyoke what's happening to me?
Mount Holyoke what's happening to me?
Through the heart of a new night of papers
Breathes the scent of a dinner that died
For what we have written we're thankful
But we wish that our brains were not fried
So when soft in the east the sun rises
And we realize that we're out of time
To classes we run swearing once again
Earlier, next time you'll see,
Yes earlier, next time you'll see.
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