Adapted by Randy Court - 1979
Sung
to the tune of "Deck the Halls"
Deck
the halls with paint and plaster, Fa la la la la
la la la
la
That's
a dream we've all been after, Fa la la la la
la la la
la
Don we
now our hardhats quickly, fa la la,
la la la, la la la
Stroll
the ancient walls a-crumbling, Fa la la la la
la la la
la
See the
building fall before us, Fa la la
la la la
la la la
While
the funding goes for sports, Fa la la la la
la la la
la
Dr. Kilinc pleads for money, Fa la la la la
la la la
la
For a
home for rock and fossils, Fa la la
la la la
la la LA!
Sung
to the tune of "We three kings of Orient are"
We poor
students of Old Tech are
Bearing
books to heavy, too far
Field
and fountain, moor and mountain
Searching
for yonder bar.
Refrain:
Oh, bar
of wonder, bar so bright
Bar
that's open every night
Westward
leading, still proceeding
Guide
us from the scholar's plight
Study,
read, and outline and learn
Five
more library books to return
Take home
test, I'll never get rest
More
midnight oil to burn
Refrain
Born a
slave to paper and pen
Book
and test and gradegiving men
On what
date will we graduate?
June of
two thousand and ten
Refrain
Sung
to tune of "Christmas is coming"
Christmas
is coming, the wallet's getting flat
Please
put a penny in the grad student's hat.
If you
haven't got a penny an assistantship will do,
If you
haven't an assistantship, foo on you!
The
Twelve Days of Christmas – or – student finals week blues:
One the
first day of finals professors gave to us: a thesis in Afghanistan
On the
second day.....two lab reports
On the
third day........three field trips
On the
fourth day.....four problem sets
On the
fifth day........five incompletes!
On the
sixth day.......six different textbooks
On the
seventh day...seven computer printouts
On the
eighth day....eight thin sections
On the
ninth day......nine examinations
On the
tenth day......ten term papers
On the
eleventh day...eleven drafting projects
On the
twelfth day....twelve outside readings
Sung to
the tune of "Walking in a winter wonderland"
Clock
tower chimes, are you listenin', on the bridge snow
is glistenin'
A
crumbling sight, ill-lit by night, walking in
Geology's Old Tech.
In Old
Tech we could build a snowman, because in there the
rooms are cold as ice;
We've
more than once requested a new building
But
they tell us that they can't afford the price.
Later
on, almost disaster, a narrow miss by falling plaster,
They
tell us it's charm, and won't do any harm,
They tell
us to hang on a few more years...
Sung to
the tune of "Angels we have heard on high"
Roaches
we have heard at night
Scurrying
over wooden floors
And the
rodents in reply
Gnawing
on the fire doors
Vermin....nasty little pests
Vermin....they like Old Tech best of all!