Song | Bright College Days |
Artist | Tom Lehrer |
Album | Songs & More Songs by Tom Lehrer |
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作曲 : Lehrer | |
Thank you, for my first encore i'd like to turn to a type of song that people like myself find ourselves subjected to with increasing frequency as time goes on, and that is the college alma mate | |
U'll find yourself at a reunion of grads, and old undergrads, and eh... somebody will start proking out one of these things and everyone will 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. | |
Bright college days, oh, carefree days that fly, | |
To thee we sing with our glasses raised on high. | |
Let's drink a toast as each of us recalls | |
Ivy-covered professors in ivy-covered halls. | |
Turn on the spigot, | |
Pour the beer and swig it, | |
And gaudeamus igit-ur. | |
Here's to parties we tossed, | |
To the games that we lost, | |
We shall claim that we won them some day. | |
To the girls young and sweet, | |
To the spacious back seat | |
Of our roommate's beat up chevrolet. | |
To the beer and benzedrine, | |
To the way that the dean | |
Tried so hard to be pals with us all. | |
To excuses we fibbed, | |
To the papers we cribbed | |
From the genius who lived down the hall. | |
To the tables down at morey's (wherever that may be) | |
Let us drink a toast to all we love the best. | |
We will sleep through all the lectures, | |
And cheat on the exams, | |
And we'll pass, and be forgotten with the rest. | |
Oh, soon we'll be out amid the cold world's strife. | |
Soon we'll be sliding down the razor blade of life. | |
Ready? | |
But as we go our sordid sep'rate ways, | |
We shall ne'er forget thee, thou golden college days. | |
Hearts full of youth, | |
Hearts full of truth, | |
Six parts gin to one part vermouth. |
zuo qu : Lehrer | |
Thank you, for my first encore i' d like to turn to a type of song that people like myself find ourselves subjected to with increasing frequency as time goes on, and that is the college alma mate | |
U' ll find yourself at a reunion of grads, and old undergrads, and eh... somebody will start proking out one of these things and everyone will 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. | |
Bright college days, oh, carefree days that fly, | |
To thee we sing with our glasses raised on high. | |
Let' s drink a toast as each of us recalls | |
Ivycovered professors in ivycovered halls. | |
Turn on the spigot, | |
Pour the beer and swig it, | |
And gaudeamus igitur. | |
Here' s to parties we tossed, | |
To the games that we lost, | |
We shall claim that we won them some day. | |
To the girls young and sweet, | |
To the spacious back seat | |
Of our roommate' s beat up chevrolet. | |
To the beer and benzedrine, | |
To the way that the dean | |
Tried so hard to be pals with us all. | |
To excuses we fibbed, | |
To the papers we cribbed | |
From the genius who lived down the hall. | |
To the tables down at morey' s wherever that may be | |
Let us drink a toast to all we love the best. | |
We will sleep through all the lectures, | |
And cheat on the exams, | |
And we' ll pass, and be forgotten with the rest. | |
Oh, soon we' ll be out amid the cold world' s strife. | |
Soon we' ll be sliding down the razor blade of life. | |
Ready? | |
But as we go our sordid sep' rate ways, | |
We shall ne' er forget thee, thou golden college days. | |
Hearts full of youth, | |
Hearts full of truth, | |
Six parts gin to one part vermouth. |
zuò qǔ : Lehrer | |
Thank you, for my first encore i' d like to turn to a type of song that people like myself find ourselves subjected to with increasing frequency as time goes on, and that is the college alma mate | |
U' ll find yourself at a reunion of grads, and old undergrads, and eh... somebody will start proking out one of these things and everyone will 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. | |
Bright college days, oh, carefree days that fly, | |
To thee we sing with our glasses raised on high. | |
Let' s drink a toast as each of us recalls | |
Ivycovered professors in ivycovered halls. | |
Turn on the spigot, | |
Pour the beer and swig it, | |
And gaudeamus igitur. | |
Here' s to parties we tossed, | |
To the games that we lost, | |
We shall claim that we won them some day. | |
To the girls young and sweet, | |
To the spacious back seat | |
Of our roommate' s beat up chevrolet. | |
To the beer and benzedrine, | |
To the way that the dean | |
Tried so hard to be pals with us all. | |
To excuses we fibbed, | |
To the papers we cribbed | |
From the genius who lived down the hall. | |
To the tables down at morey' s wherever that may be | |
Let us drink a toast to all we love the best. | |
We will sleep through all the lectures, | |
And cheat on the exams, | |
And we' ll pass, and be forgotten with the rest. | |
Oh, soon we' ll be out amid the cold world' s strife. | |
Soon we' ll be sliding down the razor blade of life. | |
Ready? | |
But as we go our sordid sep' rate ways, | |
We shall ne' er forget thee, thou golden college days. | |
Hearts full of youth, | |
Hearts full of truth, | |
Six parts gin to one part vermouth. |