Bright College Days Tom Lehrer

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 Mory'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