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Alumni Weekend Lyrics
- Genre:Rock
- Year of Release:2024
Lyrics
The year she graduated
Columbia disintegrated
Hummers roamed the Middle East
While she partied like a beast
Twenty years on she's coming home
The trees are grown, old gym is gone
The class of '03 congregate
They're in the mood to celebrate
Ah, ah, the campus is prepped
The mascot's out, the grounds are kept
The president talks the same old crap
They're all half-drunk before it's dark, and
Oh, oh, the stage is set,
Donor Relations want their check
A random professor gives a talk
They would all much rather take a walk ['cause]
It's alumni weekend, when we all pretend
We just turned in our senior thesis, my friend
Your life just hasn't started yet but you're already deep in debt
And you party like the dean of students is dead
Back home a twelve-year-old,
A second grader, a man gone bald
The husband she still cares about
Takes her for granted there's no doubt
Over here, fairy dust
Nostalgia with a whiff of lust
Alma mater, look away
Trouble's there at the buffet
Oh, oh, the stage is set,
She knows that man, oh, she would bet
The sweetest fling from sophomore year
Her sexiled roommate's nightmare
Ah, ah, he's by the shrimp
She makes her move, she not a wimp
"Remember me?", of course he does
They dance together, God they're buzzed
And they walk back, hand in hand
What they're up to, they understand
The Doubletree's just up the hill
And though the ground is wobbly, her mind is clear
She's got free will despite the beer
And as her pretty summer dress falls to the floor
In the twirling darkness of room 304
She's a 19-year-old English major
In the arms of a drunken junior
It's alumni weekend, when we all pretend
We just turned in our last final, my friend
No Title IX repression of our sexual ambitions
And what happens on the quad stays there
It's alumni weekend, when we all pretend
We just turned in our last final, my friend
There's a party with a keg, and no ID's being checked
And the class of '53 are not the only ones in bed
When she gets home, they're all asleep
Kisses the kiddoes, tries not to weep
Quietly slides into their bed
Gives him a sweet peck on the head