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The Island of Misfit Geeds

We’re on the Island of Misfit Geeds.

 

Here, we don’t want to stay.

 

We want to travel with Santa Claus,

 

In his magic sleigh.

 

 

 

A sack full of blow, from good ol’ ATO.

 

For millions of sorostitutes, and millions of frat bros.

 

When Christmas day is here,

 

The most wonderful day of the year.

 

 

 

A Jack (Daniels)-in-the-box waits for bros to shout:

 

“Wake up! Don’t you know it’s time to go out?”

 

When Monday Night Joe’s is here,

 

The most wonderful day of the year.

 

 

 

Booze galore, scattered on the dance floor.

 

There’s no room for more,

 

And it’s all because of Santa Claus.

 

 

 

A scooter for Easter,

 

A dolly for Wise.

 

The kind that will even say, “No snow day, guys!”

 

When Christmas day is here,

 

The most wonderful day of the year.

 

 

 

“How would you like to be a GDI?”

 

“Or a school with no mascot for your team?”

 

“Or a townie that shoots blowdarts?”

 

“We’re all misfits!”

 

 

 

“How would you like to be a football team that doesn’t win?”

 

“Or an engineer who rides a moped?”

 

“Or an English major who can’t get a job?”

 

“We’re all misfits!”

 

 

 

If we’re on the Island of Misfit Geeds,

 

We’ll miss all the fun with the booze and the weed.

 

When Christmas day is here,

 

The most wonderful day of the year.

 

 

 

“Hey we’re all misfits too! Maybe we could stay here for a while!”

 

“Well, you’d have to get permission from King Killeen!”

 

“Who’s he?”

 

“He rules here, no one’s heard of him because he’s new.

 

When he finds a misfit geed, one that no sorority or fraternity loves,

 

He brings it here to live on this island till someone wants it!”

 

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