Hazing For Success
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โฑ๏ธ 9:02 duration
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Good grooming requires time-honored methods
Of ritual humiliation and torture
You want to play with the big boys, you gotta be mean
And bow to the Masonic said
Secret society by invitation only
Fraternal order of the skull and bones
Just like your daddy is Dr. George
We think you must belong in our animal house
You're picked for the skull and bones
Come on down and strip for the skull and bones
Come on down and show us what you're made of, George
Come on down, maybe you can be one of us
While our families make laws on what not to do
We do it all inside the lodge
Brick building with no windows where Jolly Rogers rock
In the heart of the campus of green, green Yale
Inside, we possess Nazi memorabilia
And the skull and skull of Geronimo
The Pats take pride to get it back
We've wished him for the someone else's used cranium instead
Pancho Villa might be lying around here, too
We brothers have no secrets, we lie to everyone else
So tell your sexual history, what you do to which sorority girl
When we all get to Washington
And strip her for the skull and bones
Come on down, the rascal is the skull and bones
He'll drown, show us everything you're made of, George
Get down, or maybe then, then you'll be one of us
The world is our casino, we inherit the block
Not much left to conquer or crave, the dirt already stopped
I snuck into the study of a dead-eyed fellow
Watched the first duel of the Renaissance on his video
Knew then, old boy, that once the power was at my command
Nothing we conquered could ever standShut up!
Shut up!
I am not a wimp
I ain't a wimp
Read my lips
That's it, George
It's your turn, George
You know the rules
You know the rules
Down with your pants
Open your fly
Let's all have a look
At the old school tie
We'll stuff your shirt
Into a coffin
But you gotta go first, George
And we want to watch
That's it, George
Harder, George
More, George
Home, George
You're going home, George
All over the Third Reich's second steppers
Squirt some extra gaudron along
Have a poncho over here
Ha ha! Yeah, George!
That's the spirit
We knew you had it in you
Smile that sick smile again, George
We got you some pork rinds
Broccoli flavored, George's favorite
Stinky though it may be
Now we know
You've got what it takes
To lead
Of ritual humiliation and torture
You want to play with the big boys, you gotta be mean
And bow to the Masonic said
Secret society by invitation only
Fraternal order of the skull and bones
Just like your daddy is Dr. George
We think you must belong in our animal house
You're picked for the skull and bones
Come on down and strip for the skull and bones
Come on down and show us what you're made of, George
Come on down, maybe you can be one of us
While our families make laws on what not to do
We do it all inside the lodge
Brick building with no windows where Jolly Rogers rock
In the heart of the campus of green, green Yale
Inside, we possess Nazi memorabilia
And the skull and skull of Geronimo
The Pats take pride to get it back
We've wished him for the someone else's used cranium instead
Pancho Villa might be lying around here, too
We brothers have no secrets, we lie to everyone else
So tell your sexual history, what you do to which sorority girl
When we all get to Washington
And strip her for the skull and bones
Come on down, the rascal is the skull and bones
He'll drown, show us everything you're made of, George
Get down, or maybe then, then you'll be one of us
The world is our casino, we inherit the block
Not much left to conquer or crave, the dirt already stopped
I snuck into the study of a dead-eyed fellow
Watched the first duel of the Renaissance on his video
Knew then, old boy, that once the power was at my command
Nothing we conquered could ever standShut up!
Shut up!
I am not a wimp
I ain't a wimp
Read my lips
That's it, George
It's your turn, George
You know the rules
You know the rules
Down with your pants
Open your fly
Let's all have a look
At the old school tie
We'll stuff your shirt
Into a coffin
But you gotta go first, George
And we want to watch
That's it, George
Harder, George
More, George
Home, George
You're going home, George
All over the Third Reich's second steppers
Squirt some extra gaudron along
Have a poncho over here
Ha ha! Yeah, George!
That's the spirit
We knew you had it in you
Smile that sick smile again, George
We got you some pork rinds
Broccoli flavored, George's favorite
Stinky though it may be
Now we know
You've got what it takes
To lead