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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... |
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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 |
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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... |
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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 |
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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 |
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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. |