From "and then the training takes over..."
Stand we now as
Sons of old
Beneath thy stately crest
Praise thy name
Our ever-cherished
Alma mater blest
For my valedictory address I will humbly suggest that our mind are like trees
And before I break into "Be True to Your School",
Is it cool if I riff on a couple analogies
Optimistic empowering words
From Churchill or Dylan or Harriet Tubman,
And I'll thank someone old who was sort of an influence
Briefly revisit the tree metaphor and sing hail
Briefly revisit the tree metaphor and sing
Hail Excelsior
Excelsior hail
Hail Excelsior
Excelsior hail
Hail Excelsior
In our minds
Our hearts are pure
Hail Excelsior hail
Here's a parable, nothing too racy or witty or partisan
Only the terrible tale of a person bereft of the burden of ethical fiber (myself)
Who enjoyed academic renown in the wake of a surfeit of base impropriety
Cheating and bribery
At the expense of my gullible colleagues
That'd be you, so let us lift up our voices and hail
That would be you so let's lift up our voices and
Hail Excelsior
Excelsior hail
Hail Excelsior
Excelsior hail
Hail Excelsior
In our minds
Our hearts are pure
Hail Excelsior hail
Hail Excelsior
Excelsior
Hail Excelsior
Excelsior hail
Hail Excelsior
In our minds
Our hearts are pure
Hail Excelsior hail
(Greg Kutcher - lead guitar, ukulele, mandolin
Josh Siegel - additional vocals
Darin Zahuranec - french horn, trumpet)
Copyright 2009 Zach London