Flaming Youth

Lyrics

[Intro] (The university has traditionally been the birthplace Of bold ideas, brave new concepts, revolutionary movements Dedicated to man's never-ending quest for knowledge And today here in America students are reaching new highs In a movement bent upon the discovery of more advanced Even daring new ways to expand the minds of men) [Verse 1] Every good hard-working student in our colleges today Has joined a great new movement which is currently underway You take anything at all that strikes your fancy Fry it, bake it, soak it Chop it up in tiny little pieces Put it in your pipe and smoke it (Yeah) [Verse 2] At MIT the kids are puffin' on bananas I said bananas, I mean bananas And at Purdue the kids are puffin' on petunias Potted petunias but old petunias [Verse 3] And we just heard those Ivy Leaguers down in Princeton Livin' in their ivy-covered halls Spend all their carefree hours Smokin' the ivy right off the walls Pa, pa-pa, pa-pa-pa-pa-pa [Verse 4] The football player used to be the campus hero That kind of feeling now is terribly passé The hero now is a bloke who finds somethin' new to smoke That's how it is today Boom like a chew, boom like a chow Let's try dog food, bow-wow-wow [Verse 5] We hear in Florida the students are on grapefruit They're chauvinistic, so they smoke grapefruit We hear at Norte Dame that mighty football college They're smokin' footballs (real pigskins), oh leather footballs [Verse 6] And we just heard a week ago in Minnesota When the sun came up and brought the dawn You could see students by the hundreds Smokin' up the dean's front lawn Pa, pa-pa, pa-pa-pa-pa-pa [Verse 7] Why it's the biggest thing since Harvard men ate goldfish 'Cause all the college kids throughout the USA Are marchin' along, singin' a song Smoke something new today [Bridge] Hail to thee, dear alma mater, grateful will I be For the ways of good, clean livin' that I learned with thee Any time the road grew weary or the work seemed dull I'd be in the dormitory stoned out of my skull [Verse 8] We hear at NYU the students are on nutmeg Old fashioned nutmeg, hey Merry Christmas, yes We hear at Yale the fellows go for pink carnations You know those Yale men, pink carnations [Verse 9] We hear at Georgia Tech they stormed the loser's goalpost And when they eventually broke it It fell to the ground, and a voice cried out "Let's grind the damn thing up and smoke it" Pa, pa-pa, pa-pa-pa-pa-pa [Verse 10] It sure is makin' every father feel terrific When he considers how much loot he has to pay So that his dear little sprout can have a chance to cry out "Hip-hip-hooray, hip-hip-hooray, I smoked something new today"