THERE WAS A GAY YOUNG SOPHOMORE

She thought the Freshmen she would haze, hm, hm, so, so.
And so the dickens she did raise, hm, hm, so, so, hm, hm, so, so.

Before the Board of Control she went, hm, hm, so, so.
And to her mamma she was sent, hm, hm, so, so, hm, hm, so, so.

No more do sophomores haze and fight, hm, hm, so, so.
It ain't considered all polite, hm, hm, so, so, hm, hm, so, so.