Hazing For Success Lyrics

Good grooming requires

Time honored methods

Of ritual humiliation and torture

Wanna play with the big boys?

Ya gotta be mean

And bow to the Masonic fez

Secret society

By invitation only

Fraternal order

Of the skull and bones

Just like your Daddy

It's your turn, George

We think you might belong

In our animal house

You're picked for the skull and bones

C'mon down

And strip for the skull and bones

C'mon down

And show us what you're made of, George

C'mon down

Maybe you can be one of us

While our families make laws

On what not to do

We do it all

Inside the lodge

Brick building with no windows

Where Jolly Rogers romp

In the heart of the campus

Of green green Yale

Inside we possess

Nazi memorabillia

And the stolen skull of Geronimo

Apaches tried

To get it back

We switched and gave them someone elses

Used cranium instead

Ha!

Pancho Villa's might be lying

Around here too

We brothers have no secrets

We lie to everyone else

So tell your sexual history

And what you'd do to which

Sorority girls

When we've all reached Washington

To plunder for the skull and bones

C'mon down

Mud wrestle with the skull and bones

C'mon down

Show us everything you're made of, George

Get down

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The world is our casino

We inherit the broth

Not much left to conquer or crave

We don't already got

I snuck into the study

Of the Dad I barely know

Watched IIsa, She-Wolf of the SS on his video

Knew then old boy networks of power

Was the life for me

Nothing we cause touches us

'Cept when we lose money

For kicks we kick around the globe

Start a war if we're going broke

Supply both sides, watch 'em choke

Blood of the WASP runs thick as oil

Yo ho ho ho, Yo ho ho ho

Ho ho ho, ho ho ho

Shut up! Shut up!

I am not a wimp

I ain't no wimp

Read my lips...

That's it, George

It's your turn, George

You know the rules

You know the rules

Down with your pants

Unzip your fly

Let's all have a look

At the old school tie

We'll circle jerk

Into a coffin

But you gotta go first, George

We want to watch

That's it, George

Harder, George

More, George

Pump, George

You're gonna cum, George

All over the third reich memorabillia

Squirt some icing

On Geronimo and Pancho over there

Yeah! George... ah... ah... ah... wheeeeee!

That's it George

We knew you had it in you

Smile that sick smile again, George

We got you some pork rinds

Brocolli-flavored, your favorite

Sticky though it may be

No we know

You've got what it takes

To lead...