We are a commune of inquiring, skeptical, politically centrist, capitalist, anglophile, traditionalist New England Yankee humans, humanoids, and animals with many interests beyond and above politics. Each of us has had a high-school education (or GED), but all had ADD so didn't pay attention very well, especially the dogs. Each one of us does "try my best to be just like I am," and none of us enjoys working for others, including for Maggie, from whom we receive neither a nickel nor a dime. Freedom from nags, cranks, government, do-gooders, control-freaks and idiots is all that we ask for.
When I was a kid my Dad listened to Erich Kunz singing German University Songs a lot and I hated them. He literally wore out his LPs. I bought him a replacement set of CDs and wound up buying a second set for myself.
Kunz does a great version of Gaudeamus Igitur.
The only online one of these traditional German University songs I could find is is http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=l32n5yncfmM
Alan Sherman utilized some of the melody of Gaudeamus Igitur in his song The Dropouts March. The boldfaced lyrics show where he used the melody.
(No more pencils, no more books,
No more teachers' dirty looks.
Dropouts! dropouts! Yeah team!)
On, dropouts, down the field,
Ain't we the national shame.
Cheer for our fun-loving breed,
Who can't hardly read,
Or write our name.
March, dropouts, backward march.
Ain't we a tragedy.
Leave us unite, and fight, fight, fight
For good old stupidity.
Drop, dropouts, out of school,
Proud of the will to fail.
You won't find us in the school halls.
Look in the pool halls, or in jail.
Long may our colors wave,
Sons of the black and blue.
Who steal hubcaps,
We've got nothing else to do.
Ignoramus there you are,
Sitting in your hopped-up car,
And your brains ain't up to par,
And your ears stick out too far.
Go, dropouts, go and buy,
One comic book or two.
You need some rest and enjoyment,
Your unemployment check is due.
Soon, dropouts, very soon,
You'll wear a different hat.
Soon you will be in the Army.
Just try dropping out of that
Such lyrics couldn't be written today. Too Politically Incorrect. Only at Maggie's Farm could I find out that Alan Sherman was giving me some kulcha' - I didn't even realize it until now.
I found it difficult to follow the lyrics. While I don't know much German, I can follow lyrics in German song for at least several minutes. Not in Latin, apparently.