Engineers

We are, we are, we are, we are, we are the engineers.
We can, we can, we can, we can drink all of forty beers.
Drink up, drink up, drink up, drink up, and come
along with us,
for we don't give a damn for any man who don't give
a damn for us.

My father was a miner on the upper Malamute.
My mother was a hostess in the house of ill repute.
And at the tender age of three, they threw me on my ear,
And there was nothing left for me to do but become
an engineer.

The Hard Verse
We are, we are, we are, we are, we are, we are, we are,
We are, we are, we are, we are, we are, we are, we are,
We are, we are, we are, we are, we are, we are, we are,
We are, we are, we are.

Special Hockey Verse
Sieve, Sieve, Sieve, Sieve, Sieve,
Sieve, Sieve, Sieve, Sieve, Sieve,
Sieve, Sieve, Sieve, Sieve, Sieve,
Sieve, Sieve, Sieve, Sieve, Sieve

Well, that's all of the normal verses, but recently I've
had some requests for the rest of the verses. Well,
OK. Here they are. But don't say I didn't warn you.

Now Venus is a statue made entirely out of stone,
There's not a fig leaf on here, she's naked as a bone.
On seeing her arms were broken, an engineer discoursed,
"Why the damn thin g's broken concrete and it should be reinforced."

The Army and the Navy were looking for some fun.
Down they went to the village where the fiery liquor runs.
But all they found were empties, for the engineers had come.
They had traded all their instruments for fiery kegs of rum.

One fine day a TOOT and TWIG sat down to do a task.
They both drank pure grain alcohol from an Erlenmeyer flask.
By the time that they had finished, it had eaten through the glass,
so they shouldered up their bookbags and they headed off to class.

The Library was crowded, System 5 was down again,
so they head ed to the liquor store; bought whiskey, rum, and gin.
Then beer, wine, schnapps, and vodka, an d mixed it in a can.
After it was emp tied, they head ed for the ex am.

The snow was piled high up on the second story roof.
My truck is buried 10 ft. deep, that means I'll have to hoof.
My thumb got frostbit yesterday, I couldn't hitch a ride.
Toda y I'll take a case of Strohs, I'm not above a bribe.

You can't study at the Library, but you can down a few.
Double Bubble at the D.T. brings the weekend in on cue.
The B&B ha s pickled eggs. The Dog House beer is great.
They all keep you in a stumbling, falling, red-eyed drunken state.

A C.C. cruise is welcome every weekend of the year.
A better car, a girl or two, and lots and lots of beer.
With Spring Fling, Homecoming, and Winter Carnival.
It's a wonder anybody ever graduates at all.

I went to the Ad. Building to drop a class or two,
And pay a bill and see the Dean was all I had to do.
I wandered 'round in circles for forty nights and days,
Without a way that leads out. It's the world's perfect maze.

Now the girls at MTU, well they're few and far between,
There are ten men here for e very girl, it's a ratio that's obscene.
And all the girls have waiting lists, of this you can be sure.
So a trip back home to Detroit remains the only cure.

The Techmen and the Co-eds they were looking for some beer.
Spanky's bar was well supplied of this they had no fear.
When the TOOTS walked into Spanky's they all let out a roar,
For the barmaid there was something they had never seen before.

My mother was a miner on the upper Malamute.
My father was a pervert in a house of ill repute.
They taught me how to belch and chug and truly be uncouth,
And when they didn't know the score they called for Uncle Ruth.

I left my home town high school to come to MTU.
They told me it was north of here and that was all I knew.
For 50 days and fifty nights I drove thu sleet and snow.
But now I'm at the North Pole and there's no where left to go.

I came to Mother Wadsworth in the fall of '63.
I found I had three roomates that were just as gross as me.
And all throughout that mighty year, we had ourselves a b all.
With what we knew we didn't need the local girls at all.

We make our hom e in Wadsworth Hall, they pac us three per room.
It sometimes gets disgusting, but we're never long in gloom.
They call us gross, degenerate, and Minnesota crude.
We pass the time belching, chewing snuff, and being lewd.

I decided Tech life was the kind of life for me.
I bought a Jeep, a pair of skis, and a TI-53.
I braved the cold, the dorm food, and lack of women here.
I lived like a monk, became a drunk, and a damn good engineer.

PDF songbook titled "Michigan Tech Cheers".

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