Malone Lives
fight, fight, fight!
Demonstrate to them our skill.
Albeit they possess the might,
Nonetheless we have the will.
How we shall celebrate our victory,
We shall invite the whole team up for tea
(How jolly!)
Hurl that spheroid down the field, and
Fight, fight, fight!
Fight fiercely, Harvard,
fight, fight, fight!
Impress them with our prowess, do!
Oh, fellows, do not let the crimson down,
Be of stout heart and thru.
Come on, chaps, fight for Harvard's glorious name,
Won't it be peachy if we win the game?
(Oh, goody!)
Comin' Home
Words and Music by Bob Seger
Passed the old church on the edge of town
Trailways bus was right on time
Passed your uncle's store on main street
His old truck was parked outside
Everything seemed so much larger then
This old town has hardly grown
Has it really been ten long years
Now you're finally comin' home
Comin' home
You've been gone so very long
Comin' home
You'll just say you're comin' home
You left your hometown for the city lights
You were young and you were strong
Lots of traffic lots of sleepless nights
Lots of dreams that all went wrong
You'll just tell them what they want to hear
How you took the place by storm
You won't tell them how you lost it all
You'll just say you're comin' home
Comin' home
You grew tired of being alone
Comin' home
You'll just say you're comin' home