From: megazone@yoyodyne.WPI.EDU (MegaZone23)
Newsgroups: alt.folklore.college
Subject: Traditional drinking songs.....
Date: 13 Oct 1992 15:13:44 GMT
Organization: Worcester Polytechnic Institute
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New thread alert..... Here's WPI's (plus the old version...)

The Engineers' Drinking Song (Lady Godiva)


Godiva was a lady who through Coventry did ride
To show the royal villagers her fine and pure white hide
The most observant man of all, an engineer of course,
Was the only one who noticed that Godiva rode a horse

Chorus:
We are, we are, we are, we are, we are the Engineers
We can, we can, we can, we can, demolish forty beers
Drink rum, drink rum, drink rum all day, and come along with us
'Cause we don't give a damn for any old man who don't give a damn for us!

She said, "I've come a long, long way, and I will go as far
With the man who takes me from this horse and leads me to a bar
The man who took her from her steed and lead her to a beer 
Was a bleary-eyed surveyor and a drunken engineer

Godiva was a lady well-endowed there is no doubt
She never wore a stitch of clothes, just wound her hair about
The first man who did make her was a Engineer, of course,
But on just one beer an artsie queer had made Godiva's horse

Ace towing roams the Worcester streets each day and every night
Towing cars and stowing cars to hide them out of sight
They tried to tow Godiva's horse; the Engineers said, "Hey!"
Then towed away their towing truck, and now the Ace must pay!

Rapunzel let her hair down for two suitors down below,
So one of them could grab a hold and give the old heave-ho
The prince began to climb at once, but soon came out the worst,
For the Engineer rode up a lift, and reached Rapunzel first

Caesar set out for Egypt at the age of fifty-three
But Cleopatra's blood was warm, her heart was young and free
And every night when Julius said good-night at three o'clock
A Roman Engineer was waiting just around the block!

Sir Francis Drake and all his ships set out for Calais Bay
They'd heard the Spanish rum fleet was headed out that way
But the Engineers had beat them, by a night and half a day, 
And though as drunk as ptarmigans, you could still hear them say:

The Army and the Navy went out to have some fun
They went down to the taverns where the fiery liquors run
But all they found were empties for the Engineers had come
And traded all their instruments for gallon kegs of rum

An artsman and an Engineer once found a gallon can
Said the artsman, "Match me drink for drink, let's see if you're a man."
They drank three drinks, the artsman fell, his face was turning green
But the Engineer drank on and said, "It's only gasoline!"

An Engineer once stumbled through the halls of Fuller Labs
That night he'd drunken rum enough to drown a dozen lads
In fact, the only things there were that kept him on his course
Were the boundary conditions and the Coriolis force

A graduate in Chemistry went out to take a stroll
Along the ol' Quinsiggamond, where all the compounds roll
That day he felt dejected at the bursting of his dream
For he couldn't seem to find a trace of water in the stream

A good ol' Tech computer man got drunk one fateful night
He opened up the Encore and smashed everything in sight
When they finally subdued him, the judge he stood before,
Said, "Lock him up for twenty years, he's rotten to the core!"
 
Venus was a statue made entirely of stone
Without a stitch upon her she was naked as a bone
On seeing that she had no clothes, and Engineer discoursed
"Why, the damn thing's only concrete, and should be reinforced!"

I happened once upon a girl whose eyes were full of fire
Her physical endowments would have made your hands perspire
To my surprise she told me that she had never been kissed
Her boyfriend was a tired Engineering scientist

A Physics man from Whoopie Tech went out and drank his fill
And then went to a strip joint 'cause he had some time to kill
The motions that he witnessed there excited all his nerves
And he filled eleven napkins with equations of the curves

A maiden and an Engineer were sitting in the park
The Engineer was working on some research after dark
His scientific method was a marvel to observe
While his right hand held the figures, his left hand traced the curves

Princeton's run by Wellesley, and Wellesley's run by Yale
And Yale is run by Vassar, and Vassar's run by tail
Harvard's run by stiff pricks, the kind you raise by hand
But Tech is run by Engineers, the finest in the land

If we should find a Clarkie man within our sacred walls, 
We'll take him to the Bio lab and amputate his balls
And if he hollers "Uncle!", I'll tell you what we'll do
We'll stuff his ass with broken glass, and seal it up with glue

And should there be a Clarkie man a-strolling on our quad
We'll fetch a pail of river gunk and make him drink a wad
The water of ol' Worcester town can fix his every flaw
And the Engineers all drink it 'cause it makes us what we are

Good ol' Tech was good ol' Tech when Clarkie was a pup
And Good ol' Tech will still be Tech when Clarkie's time is up
And any Clarkie Son of a Bitch who thinks he's in our class
Can pucker up his rosy lips and kiss the beaver's ass

I am a whore from Becker and I'll fuck for fifty cents
I lay my ass upon the grass, my skirt upon the fence
I'll let you rub my belly, or on Sunday, what the heck?
But get off of me, you Son of a Bitch, if you're from Whoopie Tech!

A friend in ol' New Haven called me up the other day.
He said he was depressed because he hadn't got an A.
I said to him, ``You idiot!  Why did you go to Yale?
If you had come to Tech you'd still be on Pass/Fail!''

My father peddles opium, my mother's on the dole
My sister used to walk the streets but now she's on parole
My uncle plays with little girls, my aunt she raped a steer
But they don't even speak to me, 'cause I'm an Engineer

My father was a miner from the northern Malamute
My mother is a mistress in a house of ill-repute
The last time that I spoke to them, these words rang in my ears
"Go to Tech, you Son of a Bitch, and join the Engineers!"   

Masturbation, copulation, fornication, fuck
Rim job, hand job, nose job, blow job, cunnilingus suck
Eat some beaver, dip your wick, or take it up the rear
These words mean not a thing to me, cause I'm an Engineer

People wonder why we are, we are the way we are
When it comes to dames, they say, we can't get very far
But if you woke one morning, and next to you did lie
A Woopie woman in your bed, you'd roll over and die


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Most of the verses are the same.  But you can tell this is british.
Send me the WPI version when you can.

Godiva was a lady who through Coventry did ride,
To show to all the villagers her bare and lily-white hide.
The most observant villager, an Engineer of course,
Was the only one to notice that Godiva rode a horse.

(Chorus)
We are, we are, we are, we are, we are the Engineers,
We can, we can, we can, we can demolish forty beers,
Drink rum, drink rum, drink rum, drink rum, and come along with us,
For we don't give a damn, for any damn man who don't give a damn for us!

Said she, "I've come a long, long way and I will go as far,
With the man who takes me from this horse and leads me to a bar."
The men who took her from her steed and stood her to a beer,
Were a blurry-eyed surveyor and a drunken Engineer.

Godiva was a lady well endowed there was no doubt,
She never wore a stitch of clothes, just wound her hair about.
The first man ever made her was an Engineer, of course,
But on just one beer, an artsie queer once made Godiva's horse.

An artsman and an Engineer once found a gallon can,
Said the artsman, "Match me drink for drink, let's see if you're a man."
They drank three drinks, the artsman fell, his face was turning green,
But the Engineer drank on and said, "It's only gasoline!"

My father was a miner in the Northern Malamute,
My mother was a mistress in a house of ill repute.
The last time that I saw them both these words rang in my ears,
"Get out of here, you son of a bitch, and join the Engineers!"

I happened once upon a girl who's eyes were full of fire,
Her physical endowments would have made your hands perspire.
To my surprise she told me that she had never been kissed,
Her boyfriend was a tired Engineering Scientist.

The army and the navy boys went out to have some fun,
Down to the local tavern where the fiery liquors run.
But all they found were empties, for the Engineers had come,
And traded all their instruments for gallon kegs of rum.

Sir Francis Drake and all his men set out for Calais Bay,
They'd heard the Spanish rum fleet was headed out that way.
But the Engineers had beat them by a night and half a day,
And though as tight as virgins, you still could hear them say...

On reading Kama Sutra, a guy learned position mime,
For proving masculinity, it truly was divine.
But then one day the girl rebelled and threw him on his rear,
For he was a feeble artsie and she was an Engineer.

Caesar set out for Egypt at the age of fifty-three,
But Cleopatra's blood was warm her heart was young and free.
And every night when Julius said goodnight at three o'clock,
A Roman Engineer was waiting just around the block.

Venus is a statue made entirely of stone,
There's not a fig leaf on her, she's naked as a bone.
On noticing her arms were gone, an Engineer discoursed,
"The damn thing's busted concrete and it should be re-inforced."

An Engineer once staggered in through the Roderick Gate,
He was carrying a load you would expect to ship by freight.
The only things that kept him upright and on his course,
Were the boundary conditions and the Coriolis Force.

A maiden and an Engineer were sitting in the park,
The Engineer was busy doing research in the dark.
His scientific method was a marvel to observe,
While his right hand wrote the figures down, his left hand traced the curves.

My father peddles opium, my mother's on the dole,
my sister used to walk the street, but now she's on parole.
My brother runs a restaurant with bedrooms in the rear,
But I'm the blacksheep of the family, 'cause I'm an Engineer.