Dirty South, can y'all really feel me
S S North feel me
VM feel me
Political science DPT feels me
Economics DPT knows me
All the AMUSU most think about me who am i
Nothing means more to me then what we share
No one in this world can ever compare
You have always known just what to say
What could you say,
if your mind ever got pipe?
or had a life you couldn't escape?
Why should I dream of days gone by?
Why should I wait and wonder?
Sweet winter days have come and gone,
The leaves are falling yonder.
Let fame, that all hunt after in their lives,
Live regist'red upon our brazen S S S life,
And then grace us in the disgrace of LIS research
When, spite of cormorant devouring Time
I am disgrace politician awarded from SS Hall south.
What days and what sweet years! Ah me!
Our life were life indeed, with thee
So pass'd in quiet bliss,
But now the pleasant dream was gone,
No hope, no wish remain'd, not one,
They stirr'd him now no more,
New objects did new pleasure give,
And once again he wish'd to live
As lawless as before.
