On a dark desert campus, Far away from Bel Air|
Warm smell of Burritos, rising up through my hair
Up ahead in the Village, We saw Sergeant Bril Garcia
My head grew heavy and my sight grew dim
We had to stop our Fiesta
There we stood on the terrace;
We heard the Train on the rails
And we were thinking to ourselves
'This could be State Law or this could be Jail
Then we sipped our beer cans and We all Ran away
There were voices from the loud speakers,
I thought I heard them say...
Welcome to the lost Campus Pomona|
Such a lonely place
Such a boring place
Plenty of Rules at Cal Poly Pomona
Any time of year, you can't have a beer
Their mind is definitely twisted, we are all Space brain washed|
We had lot's of wishy-washy lecturers, we can't understand..
Twenty-two per apartment, twice as allowed
some learn to remember, some drink to forget
So I called up the Captain,
'Please bring me my wine'
He said, 'you aren't allowed to have that spirit here since 1789'
And still those beers are calling from far away,
Wake you up in the middle of the night
Just to hear them say...
Welcome to dry Space camp Pomona|
Such a Lunar place
Such a Desert face
Smoking outside the rooms of Poly vista
What a lonely site, but no drinks outside
There is a micro Staff office|
Sqeeeeezed we work hard
Just receiving orders from Juan, our SSP Burger King
And in the TA's Office,
Slaves they've become
They're stuck to their computers,
For only peanuts and butter
Last thing we remember, We were|
Running for the door
We all wanted to fly back
To the fun places like before
'Relax,' said Don Juan,
We are programmed to receive
No doubt they'll kick us out at the end
But we'll remain Space friends.