You've heard a lot about, here's
just a word about
Freshmen, we're glad we're not
freshmen,
We're out of that sphere.
Now that were sophomores, regular
sophomores,
Good times, we're gonna have good
times,
Our heyday is here!
Our yearly prom is coming 'round,
And that's not all,
Most every coed will be found
Down at the ball.
We've planned a lot for this, we're
kind of hot for this
Big night, we'll make it a big
night,
The dance of the year!
Go and get a girl, then make a date
with her,
Don't be late with her,
You'll be great with her,
When you introduce her, down at
the sophomore prom.
Bum-bum ba dee dat'n dat-a ba da-dum!
Every girl is dressed, she'll have
an arm about,
If there's harm about,
Sing a song and shout,
Alpha Sopha Laugha, you're at the
sophomore prom.
Bup-a dum ba dup-a, yow da de do!
It's not a night for chronic ailers,
It's not a night for peaceful sailors,
But what a night for gin inhalers
(hic!).
We'll all get tight, but we'll
be all right.
How do we get home? We don't know
how we do,
Who the heck says we do?
So what if we do?
Everything is maybe, down at the
sophomore prom.
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Published 6/2/00.
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