I wish I was a Wellesley wench
Oh the passions I would quench
at parties I would drink highballs
(never touch a beer!)
I’d bat my big blue eyes and sigh
“Are you an ENGINEER?”
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But I’m just a tech coed,
Mama dropped me on my head.
I wear a slide rule on my belt,
Man, oh man, do I look svelte!
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Oh, I wish I was a Wellesley girl
I’d give the Techman such a whirl
I’d charm them with my smile
And then I’d hook them properly
I’d march them down the aisle.
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Oh, I wish I was a B.U. girl
In C.L.A. I’d really toil.
In Hayden you could find me
Almost every night.
And though I could not read a word,
My blouse would be too tight.
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A Techretary I would be
To catch a man from MIT.
I’d sit in Building Twenty,
Perhaps in Building Ten,
Doing little favors
For all those lovely MEN.
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Oh, I with I wath a girl from Thmith
A thouthand Techmen I would kith.
They’d all come to my miktherth
Id date them on the run.
But when the boys from Yale come round,
I’d flush them one by one.
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Oh, I wish I was a Simmons wench,
And oh the passions I would quench.
At parties I’d drink highballs
I’d never touch a beer.
I’d bat my big blue eyes and squeal,
Are you an EnginEER?
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Caviar comes from a virgin sturgeon
A virgin sturgeon’s a very fine fish;
A virgin sturgeon needs no urgin’
That’s why caviar is my dish.
I gave caviar to my lady
She was a virgin tried and true,
A virgin sturgeon needs no urgin’
Now there’s nothing that gal won’t do.
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I gave caviar to my grandpa
An stodgy old man of 91;
A virgin sturgeon needs no urgin’
Grandma wishes that she could run...
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