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From rf378434@dyer.LANCE.ColoState.Edu Mon Sep 18 15:41:51 1989
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From: rf378434@dyer.LANCE.ColoState.Edu (Raymond Frush)
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Subject: Songs
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The Engineers' Drinking Song (Lady Godiva)
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Godiva was a lady who through Coventry did ride
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To show the royal villagers her fine and pure white hide
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The most observant man of all, an engineer of course,
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Was the only one who noticed that Godiva rode a horse
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Chorus:
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We are, we are, we are, we are, we are the Engineers
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We can, we can, we can, we can, demolish forty beers
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Drink rum, drink rum, drink rum all day, and come along with us
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'Cause we don't give a damn for any old man who don't give a damn for us!
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She said, "I've come a long, long way, and I will go as far
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With the man who takes me from this horse and leads me to a bar
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The man who took her from her steed and lead her to a beer
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Was a bleary-eyed surveyor and a drunken engineer
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Godiva was a lady well-endowed there is no doubt
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She never wore a stitch of clothes, just wound her hair about
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The first man who did make her was a Engineer, of course,
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But on just one beer an artsie queer had made Godiva's horse
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Ace towing roams the Cambridge streets each day and every night
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Towing cars and stowing cars to hide them out of sight
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They tried to tow Godiva's horse; the Engineers said, "Hey!"
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Then towed away their towing truck, and now the Ace must pay!
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Rapunzel let her hair down for two suitors down below,
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So one of them could grab a hold and give the old heave-ho
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The prince began to climb at once, but soon came out the worst,
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For the Engineer rode up a lift, and reached Rapunzel first
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Caesar set out for Egypt at the age of fifty-three
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But Cleopatra's blood was warm, her heart was young and free
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And every night when Julius said good-night at three o'clock
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A Roman Engineer was waiting just around the block!
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Sir Francis Drake and all his ships set out for Calais Bay
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They'd heard the Spanish rum fleet was headed out that way
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But the Engineers had beat them, by a night and half a day,
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And though as drunk as ptarmigans, you could still hear them say:
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The Army and the Navy went out to have some fun
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They went down to the taverns where the fiery liquors run
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But all they found were empties for the Engineers had come
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And traded all their instruments for gallon kegs of rum
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An artsman and an Engineer once found a gallon can
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Said the artsman, "Match me drink for drink, let's see if you're a man."
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They drank three drinks, the artsman fell, his face was turning green
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But the Engineer drank on and said, "It's only gasoline!"
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An Engineer once stumbled through the halls of Building 10
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That night he'd drunken rum enough to drown a dozen men
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In fact, the only things there were that kept him on his course
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Were the boundary conditions and the Coriolis force
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An MIT computer man got drunk one fateful night
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He opened up the console and smashed everything in sight
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When they finally subdued him, the judge he stood before,
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Said, "Lock him up for twenty years, he's rotten to the core!"
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Venus was a statue made entirely of stone
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Without a stitch uopn her she was naked as a bone
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On seeing that she had no clothes, and Engineer discoursed
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"Why, the damn thing's only concrete, and should be reinforced!"
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I happened once upon a girl whose eyes were full of fire
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Her physical endowments would have made your hands perspire
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To my surprise she told me that she had never been kissed
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Her boyfriend was a tired Engineering scientist
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A maiden and an Engineer were sitting in the park
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The Engineer was working on some research after dark
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His scientific method was a marvel to observe
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While his right hand held the figures, his left hand traced the curves
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Princeton's run by Wellesley, and Wellesley's run by Yale
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And Yale is run by Vassar, and Vassar's run by tail
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Harvard's run by stiff pricks, the kind you raise by hand
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But Tech is run by Engineers, the finest in the land
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If we should find a Harvard man within our sacred walls,
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We'll take him to the Physics lab and amputate his balls
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And if he hollers "Uncle!", I'll tell you what we'll do
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We'll stuff his ass with broken glass, and seal it up with glue
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And should there be a Harvard man a-strolling our Great Court
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We'll fetch a pail of river gunk and make him drink a quart
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The water of the River Charles can fix his every flaw
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And the Engineers all drink it 'cause it makes us what we are
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MIT was MIT when Harvard was a pup
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And MIT will be MIT when Harvard's time is up
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And any Harvard Son of a Bitch who thinks he's in our class
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Can pucker up his rosy lips and kiss the beaver's ass
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An MIT surveyor once found the gates of Hell
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He looked the devil in the eye, and said "You're looking well"
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The devil looked right back at him, and said "Why visit me -
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You've been through Hell already; you went to MIT!"
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That engineer from MIT, he tried to enter heaven
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Saint Peter told the engineer, "Get back to building 7!"
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The engineer said he was damned if he was going home,
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So he climbed atop the roof, and dropped through heaven's dome...
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A friend in ol' New Haven called me up the other day.
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He said he was depressed because he hadn't got an A.
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I said to him, ``You idiot! Why did you go to Yale?
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If you had come to MIT you'd still be on Pass/Fail!''
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My father peddles opium, my mother's on the dole
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My sister used to walk the streets but now she's on parole
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My brother runs a restaurant with bedrooms in the rear
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But they don't even speak to me, 'cause I'm an Engineer
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/------- You have been reached by..--------------+--------------------\
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| Raymond Frush at Colorado State University | But, don't take my |
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| ARPA rf378434@longs.LANCE.colostate.edu | word for it... |
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