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 man 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 boys and come along with us,
For we don't give a damn for any damn 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 that takes me from this horse and leads me to a bar,
The man who took her from her steed and led her to a bar
Was a bleary-eyed survivor and a drunken engineer.
CHORUS:

My father was a miner from the northern malamute,
My mother was the mistress of a house ofii11 repute,
The last time that I saw them, these words rang in my ears,
Go to MIT you son of a B and join the engineers.
CHORUS:

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

Sir Francis Drake and all Eris ships set out for Calais Bay,
They heard the Spanish rum fleet was headed out their way,
But the engineers had beat them by a night and half a day
And though drunk as Ptarmigans, you still could hear them say:
CHORUS:

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 an engineer discoursed,
Why the damn things only concrete and should be reinforced.
CHORUS

Princeton's run by Wellesley, Wellesley's run by Yale,
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.
CHORUS:

If we should find a Harvard man within our assured walls,
We'll take him to the physics lab and amputate his balls,
And if he hollers Uncle, I'll tell you what we'll do,
We'll stuff hiss ass with broken glass and seal it up with glue.
CHORUS:

M.I.T. was M.I.T. when Harvard was a pup,
And M.I.T. will be M.I.T. when Harvard's busted up,
And any Harvard son of a bitch who thinks he's in our class,
Can pucker up his rosey lips and kiss the beaver's ass.
CHORUS

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 wrote the figures, his left hand traced the curves
CHORUS:

[1962]. The East Campus Song Book. pp 14-5.



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