Now, you'll find this fellow on
any campus.
Who?
Collegiate Sam!
He wears a whoopie hat, and goodness
knows,
He don't use garters on his hose,
Ain't he the lady's man, Collegiate
Sam.
He's got a Dunhill pipe and a fancy
vest,
A perfect type for an old gold
test,
Ain't he the perfect lady's man,
Collegiate Sam.
And though he couldn't pass a French
or Greek exam,
What he could do to any sheik exam!
I've heard it said on good authority
He'd wreck a whole sorority!
That red-hot lady's man, Collegiate
Sam!
Now, he's everything collegiate!
He walks and talks collegiate!
He eats and sleeps collegiate!
Collegiate through and through.
His ties are all collegiate!
His shoes are all collegiate!
His clothes are all collegiate!
Collegiate through and through.
His raccoon coat - his raccoon coat
- is ally cat! Meow!
They threw him out - they threw
him out - of every frat.
Outside, bum!
He finds them in collegiate!
He loves them in collegiate!
But he leaves them in collegiate!
Collegiate through and through.
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