We moved into the neighborhood before the fall was made
And sat around the drive to watch the sinister parade
A hundred gallivanting rascals of the brain
We sent our finest hearts to slaughter
A vision made of oil and water
All he wits are going down the drain
They built the University in 1955
Ostensibly the reason was to keep the wits alive
But now the animals are running it insane
For discipline's a losing battle
If you're kicking in a room of cattle
All he wits are going down the drain
I like to wait and pray
There's someone in the mind of olden days
Sitting under dormitory skies
Wondering what has happened to the prize
We fought to dream
They say we're out of touch
But they don't know what they mean
The opportunity to get a higher point of view
Has just become the punch-line for this rowdy rotten crew
And did they even understand a word of Twain?
We used to bank our lives on knowledge
But now it's just the ides of college
All he wits are going down the drain
All he wits are going down the drain
All he wits are going down the drain