Some remembered:

In Levittown did Irving Kahn, a stately Cape Cod house decree,
Where Alf, the sacred Neuman dwelt
And Nick Fazool, and Olaf Svelt,
And even Sean Magee.

There fifty feet of crab-grass ground, with picket fence were girdled round,
A place for little Milt to play,
A port for Irving's Chevrolet.

But just one thing is not the very best;
You can't tell Irving's house from all the rest.

And one of the Pivnik Tech songs (to "On, Wisconsin"):

On brave Pivnik, on brave Pivnik, show them you've got spunk!
Suffocate them, decimate them, leave them all for junk!
Send a roar up, roll the score up, stomp them into mud --
And then clean up the mess with their own blood!

The garbage men's song (to "Anchors Aweigh"):

Trash cans away, my boys, trash cans away!
Let's really make some noise,
Let's wake them up today-ay-ay-ay;

Eggshells and coffee grounds, grease from the pan,
Can't make ear-splitting sounds,
So dump the garbage, dump the garbage can!