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Institute 
Institute 
Live in this hole of an Institute Sign off your soul to the Institute There are no fools at the Institute Merely us tools at the Institute. 
Go to Strat's Rat for a quick whirl Ten guys are all after one girl Plenty of mixers and parties Coming in second to Harvies. 
Tuition high at the Institute Never say why at the Institute Fees will be high at the Institute 'Til we decease from the Institute. 
They thought we needed some culture Eleven tons of black sculpture Eighty-five grand from CVA Course III could do it for one K. 
Fin Aid is good at the Institute Sign loans in blood at the Institute Payments are mild at the Institute Give your first child to the Institute. 
Building new dorms to have more space Triple the class size to keep pace Singles exist, though a bit drear Live in my closet all next year. 
Hacking all night at the Institute Everyone's bright at the Institute Painting the dome at the Institute Being sent home from the Institute. 
Eating on Commons is so nice s*** on a shingle and fried rice? All of their entrees are dirt cheap Starch on your plate in a wet heap. 
Plenty of gloom at the Institute Plenty of doom at the Institute 
Plenty of grass at the Institute Always in class at the Institute. 
I think I'll transfer to State U. What makes you think they would take you? All of my grades will be A's there. Then you can end up on welfare. 
Lectures are deep at the Institute Plenty of sleep at the Institute Too many bucks at the Institute Everything sucks at the Institute. 
(to the tune of ``America'' from ``West Side Story'')