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You know you might have a great class when you have a great Class Song. And so, without further ado, let ev’ry voice attune...
67, Made In Heaven
Music and Lyrics by Gus Escher
A Class could be a number, a campus just a space,
A major just a topic and a college just a place; but,
Once we all were students at Princetown New Jersee,
Where Sixty-Seven started at a college heavenly!
We’ll remember that September, when we first saw Princeton in our prime.
O, the precepts with the key ’cepts! Gothic gargoyles: just a scholar’s mime!
On a warm night, in the soft light,
We had dreams that touched the end of time...
No matter where we go, this we’ll always know,
Sixty-seven, what a year!
Robert Goheen...always so clean, was our chief who kept us all in line.
Commons dining, lots of whining; “Spooning” dates that seemed to us divine!
Chapel Sunday, not a fun day,
Gordon’s mandatory grand design!
No cars, no pets, no peace, in loco parentis,
Sixty-seven, what a year!
Sixty-seven, made in heaven, it’s the Princeton Class that has no peer!
Sixty-seven, made in heaven; Nassau’s vintage, better ev’ry year!
Sixty-seven, made in heaven, Now we’re back to give it one more cheer,
We been the world around, no better place we found,
Sixty-seven, what a year!
© 1987 Gustav E. Escher, III
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