| Lyrics: | DIRECTOR OF ADMISSIONS
Director of Admissions, my ma's an engineer,
My sister's a
computer, my brother is a gear,
My father is a robot, my grandpa's also queer,
Leaping
logic, naturally I'm here!
Dear Roland B. Greeley, according to you,
I oughta study
history at Smith or BU
I ain't husband hunting, they're ill-gotten gains.
Deep down inside
me I got brains, We got brains!
We got brains, we got brains, we got hairy
brains,
Like inside the least of us is brains.
Dear fascinating Techman, you gotta
understand,
That when I'm doing physics, I cannot hold your hand.
It's not I'm
anti-social, it's flunking out I fear.
Creeping Cambridge, that's how I'm still here!
Dear
drab lifeless coeds, it's really a shame
You're lacking social polish and your training's to
blame
You look more like oysters than ravishing pearls
But deep down inside you, you are
girls, We are girls!
We are girls, we are girls, we are female girls!
Like we're
biologically girls!
Dear philanthropic Fassett, I'm socially deprived,
I'm lacking
proper culture, I never have arrived.
You think your dormitory is gonna cure these
ills,
OK Freddie, you can pay the bills!
Yea, verily coeds, it's for your own
good,
This way we can be certain that you live as you should.
Financial arrangements are
easily made.
All 5.0 students will get aid. We got aid!
We got aid, we got aid, we
got student aid!
Yea, the best of us got student aid!
The trouble is we're ladies, the
trouble is we're slobs,
The trouble is we're brainy, the trouble is we're snobs,
The
trouble is we're learning, the trouble is we've learned
5.0's aren't so casually
earned!
Dear Kenneth R. Wadleigh, we're down on our knees.
We have all been told
about the birds and the bees.
Dear Kenneth R. Wadleigh, what are we to do?
Gee, Kenneth R.
Wadleigh . . . . . . . .
Tune: Officer Krupke
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