Godiva's Hymn

Chorus

We are, we are, we are, we are, we are the Engineers,

We can, we can, we can, we can demolish forty beers.

Drink rum, drink rum, drink rum, drink rum, so come along with us,

For we don't give a damn for any damn man, who don't give a damn for us.

Verses about Godiva

Godiva was a lady who through Coventry did ride,

To show to all the villagers her lovely bare white hide.

The most observant villager, an Engineer of course,

Was the only one to notice that Godiva rode a horse.

She said I’ve come a long, long way, and I will go as far,

With the man who takes me off this horse, and leads me to a bar.

The men who took her off her steed, and stood her to a bar,

Were a bleary-eyed Surveyor and a drunken Engineer.

Godiva woke next morning and she had an awful head,

Decided to be sensible and spend the day in bed.

The only ones to visit her and bring her lots of cheer,

Were a broken-down Surveyor and a bloodshot Engineer.

Godiva died and where she fell a benchmark marks the spot,

In any Engineering text, its level can be got.

And up in Heaven, everyday Godiva craves for beer,

But she'll have to wait until the gates let in the Engineers

Godiva was a lady well-endowed, of that there was no doubt.

She never wore a stich of clothes, just wound her hair about.

The first man who ever made her was an Engineer of course,

But an Artsie queer, on just one beer once made Godiva's horse.

OR

The first man who ever made her was an Engineer of course,

But on just one drink, and Artsie fink once made Godiva's horse.

Female Verse

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.

A firehose by day and forty beers by night,

An engineer may never sleep but still stay just as bright,

And if you ever ask her how she keeps up her routine,

She'll raise her trust can of Jolt, smile and say 'Caffeine!'

Version Francais

Nous somme, nous somme, nous somme, nous somme les ingenieurs francais

Quand on a fini de boire la biere, on sort le Bourgolais

On boit sans fin, on fait la fete et les filles nous adorent

Rien de mieux que la langue francasie pour stimuler un corps

Politically Correct Verse

We are, we are, we are, we are, we are the Engineers,

We can, we can, we can, we fix anything with gears.

We work real hard, we play real hard, so come along with us,

For we don't give a damn for any damn man, who don't give a damn for us.

Pubcrawl Verse

We're lost, we're lost, we're lost, we're lost, we don't know where we are,

We want, we want, we want, we want, we want to find a bar.

Don't come, don't come, don't come, don't come, don't come along with us,

For we don't know where the hell we are but fuck we're on a bus!

Verses about Engineering

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, abuse us if you please,

But we're all set to graduate, and all we need are C's!

A Comp and an Elec did battle outside Bahen hall,

Students gathered round to watch the two great students brawl.

The Elec spoke of flux and fields for a minute, two or three,

But the Comp kept rambling on and on and on recursively!

Verses about other faculties

An Artsie and an Engineer once found a gallon can,

Said the Artsie, “Match me drink for drink as long as you can stand.”

They took three drinks, the Artsie fell, his face was turning green,

But the Engineer drank on and said, "It's only gasoline"!

An Artsie and an Engineer were stranded on a boat,

One man above capacity, the poor thing would not float.

The Engineer would flip a coin to settle the dispute,

So he flipped it in the water and the Artsie gave pursuit.

The Army and the Navy boys went out to have some fun,

Down at the local tavern where the fiery liquors run.

But all they found were empties for the Engineers had come,

And traded all their instruments for gallon jugs of rum.

Professors put demands on us, they say we have to too,

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.

A wide-eyed Artsie Chemist and a Chemical Engineer,

Were formulating molecule equations over beer.

Each drank a glass of water, but the Artsie hit the floor,

For what he thought was H2O was H2SO4.

So now you’ve heard our story and you know we are the Engineers,

And when we all shall graduate, we’ll all have great careers.

An Engineer’s starting wage can pull in 60 G’s,

While an Artsie with a PHD can work at Mickey D’s.