| Song | Bright College Days |
| Artist | Tom Lehrer |
| Album | Songs & More Songs by Tom Lehrer |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| 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. |