We Go to College

[C]

	The Canfield Collection has this version, from Kansas City, Kansas, dated to 1926, and by a single year, the earliest recovered.  Canfield's correspondent, Allen B. Brown, writes, "There are many, many verses, of which I know the following":

We are from Craig Hall, Craig Hall are we.
We are so God damned pure morally.
We don't like scandal; we use a candle.
We are the Craig Hall girls.
	Balls, balls!

Well, every evening, at six o'clock
We watch the watchman piss on the rock.
We like to see him take out his cock.
We are the Craig Hall girls.
	Balls, balls!

And every evening down by the gate
We all go there and then masturbate.
And all the fellows love to fornicate.
We are the Craig Hall girls.
	Balls, balls!

Then every winter, at our annual dance,
We never wear our underpants.
We like to give the fellows a chance.
We are the Craig Hall girls.
	Balls, balls!

And every summer, in spite of the heat,
We all go bare-ass out on the street.
We like to give the fellows a treat
We are the Craig Hall girls.
	Balls, balls!


[D]

	The Canfield collection also has an intriguing text with a cavalry or military reserve setting.  

We are from Troop I, from Troop I are we.
We ride together, bare arsed and free,
	God damn it!
We're from Lake Erie, we should be weary,
Troop I from Buffalo!

[E]

	A two-stanza fragment in the Canfield collection, from Hollywood, California, localizes the song to "Braxton Hall" but retains the intrusive exclamation.

We are from Braxton, Braxton are we.
We haven't lost our virginity,
	God damn it.
We want no scandal; we use a candle.
We are from Braxton Hall.

And when we give our big annual dance,
We never wear our little tin pants,
	God damn it.
We want to give our fellows a chance.
We are from Braxton Hall.

[ F ]

	The "Songbook of Sigma Pi," compiled 1990-1992 at UCLA, has two versions.  The first here, "Pi Phi Girls," is similar to a text from Indiana cited by Richard Reuss (See Muse II, p. 299):

We are the Pi Phi's, Pi Phi's are we,
Happy go lucky, bareassed and free.
We never lose our virginity,
For we are the Pi Phi girls!
	Balls, balls, balls!

And every night at seven o'clock,
We watch the houseboy play with his cock.
We like to see those big knockers rock
For we are the Pi Phi girls!
	Balls, balls, balls.

And every night when we go to bed,
We never lose our dear maidenhead.
We always use a candle instead
For we are the Pi Phi girls!
	Balls, balls, balls.

[ G ]

	The second Sigma Pi version is a satirical thrust at rival fraternities Phi Kappa Psi and Tau Kappa Epsilon ["Teek"].  In the third stanza, "Boy George" refers to a popular singer noted for his effeminate pose.

We are the Phi Kapps, Phi Kapps are we,
Butt-fucking faggots willing and free.
Our little weenies all measure three
For we are the Phi Kapp fags!
	Balls, balls, balls!

We are the Phi Kapps, scrawny and weak.
We like to take it right in the cheeks,
And we all came here when dung by Teek [ sic]
For we are the Phi Kapp fags!
	Balls, balls, balls!

And every night at seven o'clock,
We like to suck on each other's cock.
We think that Boy George is a real fox
For we are the Phi Kapp fags.
	Balls, balls, balls!

And every day when we sit in class,
Acting obnoxious and passing gas,
We know that Sig Pi has lots of class,
For they are the Sig Pi studs!
	Balls, balls, balls!