The Engineer's Song

We are, we are, we are, we are, we are the Engineers,
We can, we can, we can, we can demolish fourty beers,
Drink rum, drink rum, drink rum, drink rum,
Drink rum, and come along with us,
For we don't give a damn for any damn man,
Who don't give a damn for us.

Godiva was a lady who through Coventry did ride,
To show all the villagers her pretty bare white hide.
The most observant man on earth, an Engineer of course,
Was the only one to notice that Godiva rode a horse.

She said "I've come a long, long way, the man will go as far,
Who takes me off this goddamn horse and leads me to a bar."
The men who took her off her horse and stood her too a beer,
Were a blurry-eyed surveyor, and a drunken Engineer.

Godiva was a lady well-endowed there was no doubt.
She never wore a stich of clothes, just wound her hair about.
The first man who ever made her was an Engineer of course,
But an Artsie queer, on just one beer once made Godiva's horse.

My father was a miner from the northern Malamute,
My mother was a mistress in a house of ill repute.
They kicked me out at a tender age and never shed a tear,
"Get out of here you son of a bitch, and join the Engineers!"

An Artsman and an Engineer once found a gallon can,
Said the Artsman, "Match me drink for drink, let's see if your a man"
They drank three drinks, the artsman died, his face was turning green.
But the Engineer drank on and said "It's only gasoline"

I happened once upon a girl whose eyes were full of fire,
Her physical endowments would have made your hands perspire.
To my suprise she told me that she had never been kissed,
Her boyfriend was a tired Engineering Scientist.

Sir Francis Drake and all his men set out for Calais Bay,
They'd heard the Spanish Run fleet was headed up that way,
But the Engineers had beat them by a night and half a day,
And though ass tight as virgins, you still could hear them say ...

Ceasar went of Egypt at the age of fifty three,
But Cleopatra's blood was red, her heart was warm and free,
And every night when Ceasar said goodnight at one o'clock,
A Roman Engineer was waiting just around the block.

Venus is a statue made entirely of stone,
There's not a fig leaf on her, she's as naked as a bone.
On noticing her arms were gone, an Engineer discoursed,
"the damn thing's busted concrete and should be reinforced."

A maiden and an Engineer were sitting in a park,
The Engineer was busy doing research after dark.
His scientific method was a marvel to observe,
While his right hand wrote the figures down, his left hand traced the curves.

My mother peddles opium, my father's on the dole.
My sister used to walk the streets, but now she's on parole,
My brother runs a restaurant with bedrooms in the rear,
But they don't even speak to me, 'cause I'm an Engineer.

Now you've hear our story and you know were Engineers,
And like all good jolly fellows we drink our whiskey clear,
We drink to every fellow who comes here from far and near,