Jonathan Coulton Camp Bachelor Alma Mater
Hallowed shores of Sachsawanna shall we sing our praise
to thee?
Ripe of flora, soft of fauna, rare of flow’r and tree
’Neath your fair and verdant bower beer and whiskey flow
Wives may come and wives may go
And the bachelor’s life is all we know
Now a sandwich thick and tasty, now a cold Budweiser beer
Ev’ry torso pale and pasty, burning sun to fear
Some will have their mettle tested, some will never know
Wives may come and wives may go
And the bachelor’s life is all we know
Soon will end our time of leisure, our equipment black
and blue
Waits at home domestic pleasure, ladies fair and true
On our trembling hearts we beg you, bravery bestow
Wives may come and wives may go
And the bachelor’s life is all we know
All we know
