Blue Light Pub Song

(written by Andy Smith.  Special thanks to Kari Hoose and Jeffrey 'Opie' Oppenheimer for their help with the lyrics when Andy got stuck :)

Waiting for the Jitney to get naked for a buck at High Street
(naked at High Street)

Packed in like sardines and the slipery roads are totally beat
(totally beat)

Wheezin' while I'm boozin' at the Spotted Dog, I need some fresh air
(get me out of here)

but all the air I care to breathe I receive while walking home from there
(didn't have cabfare).

But that was before the Blue Light Pub was here...

Wearing togas, watching Otis, bare feet stickin' to the floor
(stickin' to the floor)

waiting in a keg-line that runs all the way out the door
(praying they have more)

when drinking at the Spa you've got the meager choice of Rock or LabattŐs
(Rock, Rock or LabattŐs)

the only taps on campus since the 80s when they got rid of frats
(baa!) (baaaaaaaaaa!!).

But now that they have the Blue Light Pub, I ain't so blue no more...no more...heh!

Here at the Blue and Gray, even when its gray, no need to be blue:
head on down to the Blue Light Pub! [x3]

Well its buzz thirty-bizz on a friday night (and the)

paper's all done and its time to drink (time to)

tie one on, but the Natty's all gone (and I)

just lost the die on a rickety-plink!

We'll drink to the ice, and we'll drink to the snow

and if it comes, we'll drink to the rain

we'll drink to the highs and we'll drink to the lows

and our short happy days in Maine. [x2]