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Verses of Godiva's Hymn with offensive language and/or ideas have been placed here. These verses no longer reflect engineering culture, and have been placed here solely as a historical reference.
 
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<dl><dd>We're lost, we're lost, we're lost, we're lost, we don't know where we are,</dd><dd>We want, we want, we want, we want, we want to find a bar.</dd><dd>Don't come, don't come, don't come, don't come, don't come along with us,</dd><dd>For we don't know where the hell we are but fuck we're on a bus!</dd></dl>
 
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Revision as of 10:04, 27 June 2020

Verses of Godiva's Hymn with offensive language and/or ideas have been placed here. These verses no longer reflect engineering culture, and have been placed here solely as a historical reference.

Engineering and University Verses
Professors put demands on us, they say we have to tool,
But all we want to do is sleep, we hate this fucking school.
You can bitch or tell us off, even abuse us if you please,
But we're all set to graduate, and all we need are C's!
Verses about Other Faculties and Artsies
On reading Karma Sutra, a guy learned position nine
For proving masculinity, it truly was divine.
But then one day the girl rebelled and threw him on his rear,
For he was a feeble artsie and she was an Engineer.
Verses in Somewhat Bad Taste
A maiden and an Engineer were sitting in the park,
The Engineer was busy doing research after dark.
His scientific method was a marvel to observe,
While his right hand wrote the figures down, his left hand traced the curves.
My father peddles opium, my mother's on the dole,
My sister used to walk the streets but now she's on parole,
My brother runs a restaurant with bedrooms in the rear,
But they don't even speak to me 'cause I'm an Engineer.
Fornication, copulation, penetration, fuck
Rim job, reem job, nose job, blow job, cunnilingus, suck
Eating beaver, dipping wick, taking it up the rear;
These words don't mean a thing to me cause I'm an engineer!
Female Verses
We are, we are, we are, we are the female Engineers,
We can, we can, we can, we can demolish twice as many beers.
So cum, so cum, so cum, so cum, so cum all over us,
For we don't give a damn about any damn man that can't get it up for us.
At the Arts Quad at our school there are many untruths told
'bout how female engineers are frigid, strange, and cold,
But truth be told men look for lady engineers of course,
And sleep with girls who study friction, motion, stress and force.
I happened once upon a maid whose eyes were full of fire,
Her physical endowments would make your hands perspire,
She shocked us when she told us that she never had been kissed,
For her boyfriend was a worn-out Engineering Scientist.