Letras
Work, work, work, work, work, work, work
Work, work, work, work, work, work, work, work
We're workin' our way through college
To get a lot of knowledge
That we'll probably never, ever use again
It helps a lot to know you've got a nice diploma
But will it pay the mortgage on the home sweet home-a?
We're getting an education
To run a filling station
For they never take anyone but college men
Gotta know your Cicero, your Hannibal, and Caesar
To turn the crank and fill the tank and say
"How many, please, sir?"
And mathematics is the thing we've gotta know
We're workin' our way through college on the old man's
Do-re-mi-fa-so-la-ti-do
The guy who is a perfect whiz in engineering science
Will get a lot of prizes, but he won't have any clients
And the guy who writes a composition will never write a check
We feel the noose around our neck
We know we're licked, but what the heck
We're workin' our way through college
To get a lot of knowledge
That we'll probably never, ever use again
Do we study? Do we toil? Don't you think it?
And do we burn the midnight oil? No, we drink it
The study of economics
Will never fill our stomachs
If we finally have to be insurance men
Sigma Chi may rate you high and ask you to their rushes
But no one's gonna ask you when you're selling
"Pull-air brushes?"
Hurray for history and Greek and algebra
We're workin' our way through college on the old man's
Do-re-mi-fa-so-la-ti-do
Ra-ra-ra