Hub City Stompers - Trojan Night lyrics

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Hub City Stompers - Trojan Night lyrics

See a shiny silver keg, it's as big as a whale! And it's full of Ba** Ale! Some sorority girls, yeah, I count about 20! So come on! And don't bring any beer money! Well 5:00 and the weekend's in sight But what's to do on a Thursday night? 16 skins and a broken down car No booze, no girls, no money for the bar When down the street walk a couple of chaps With little Greek letters on their baseball caps Yappin' and flappin' 'bout the party going down Oh that's right, this is a college town! An end to our frustration! Don't need an invitation! So with street under boot, we're hot in pursuit And set upon the village set to pillage and loot Big, Greek letters hanging over the door Fools behind it don't know what's in store We roll through the door, and ain't that a b**h: A forest full of Gap and Abercrombie & Fitch! But no one says a thing to us, perhaps out of fear So half of us go for the girls, the rest go for the bseer Don't mind the staring faces! We've found our beer oasis! Just look the other way... ...when we enter the door and empty your keg! ...when my hand is sliding up your girlfriend's leg! ...your beer or your life, we're not too demanding! ...and at the end of the night you'll still be standing! As the night moves along, the beer flows strong There's low-cut jeans and high-jacked thongs Street battle stories told loud and proud From sloppy, drunken mouths to a captive crowd Frat boys challenge us to drinking games We rise to the occasion and we put 'em all to shame No "chug! chug! chug!" for the neighborhood thugs So put away your dixie cup, we brought our gallon jugs! A thaw in our relations! Made through inebriation! We came! We saw! We drank! We flirted! Now the beer is gone the place will be deserted! Thanks from the bottom of our beer guts We're going back to Welton Street to sit on our bu*ts And if a few Theta girls come with us No need to make a fight, no need to make a fuss You'll know where to find 'em at half-past-two: On the walk-of-shame home from the neighborhood crew! Got just what we were needing! And until our next meeting...