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"Serenades staged by the senior or junior classes always prove a surprise for the sleepy listeners,"
c. 1952.
Hail to thee, our Alma Mater,
Hail to thee, our Cottey dear,
Our beacon bright, the holy light
Shall protect us far and near.
Thy daughters we shall be,
And loyal e’er to thee.
We are proud to be a part of thee,
Hail, Cottey dear.
Like a streamlet flowing onward
To the ocean’s mighty bed,
Our lives shall be because of thee,
And a worthy goal ahead.
We’ll shout thy praise afar,
Thou art our guiding star;
United we to work for thee,
Hail, Cottey dear.
Aloha means we welcome you, it means more that words can say,
Aloha means good luck to you, goodnight at the close of day.
It's just like a love song, with a haunting sweet refrain;
Bringing you joy, bringing you pain.
Aloha means farewell to you, farewell 'till we meet again...
She's got a face like Ava Gardner
A body like Bardot
she's always up and ready
Always on the go.
(Chorus:)
Cause she's a Senior, cha cha cha, cha cha cha cha cha
Cause she's a Senior, cha cha cha, cha cha cha cha cha
Cause she's a Cottey C Senior (badadada)
The best duck in the land.
She went over to Fort Scott
Created quite a stir
Cause all the guys were lookin'
They were lookin' at her
(Chorus)
She's got a face like Phyllis Diller
A body like Mama Cass
She's never up and ready
She's always on her fat ass
Cause she's a Freshman, bom ba bom bom
Cause she's a Freshman, bom ba bom bom
Cause she's a Cottey C Freshman (badadada)
The best Frosh in the land.
Bring me a rose in the wintertime,
When it's hard to find.
Bring me a rose in the wintertime;
I've got roses on my mind.
Well, a rose is sweet most anytime and yet,
Bring me a rose in the wintertime,
How easy we forget.
(Substitute first line with each of the following:)
Bring me love in the autumn years,
Bring me a kiss when my baby's gone....
Bring me a smile when I'm far from home....
Bring me peace when there's talk of war....
Bring me a friend when I'm all alone....
Bring me a rose in the wintertime....
Christopher Robin and I walked along
Under branches lit up by the moon,
Posing our questions to Owl and Eeyore
As the days disappeared all too soon.
Now I wandered much farther today than I should,
And I can't find my way to the Three-Acre Wood.
So help me if you can, I've got to get
Back to the house at Pooh Corner by one.
You'd be surprised, there's so much to be done ―
Count all the bees in the hive,
Chase all the clouds from the sky.
Back to the days of Christopher Robin and Pooh.
Winnie the Pooh doesn't know what to do,
Got a honey jar stuck on his nose.
He came to me asking help and advice,
And from here no one knows where he goes.
So I sent him to ask of the Owl, if he's there,
How to loosen the jar from the nose of a bear.
So help me if you can, I've got to get
Back to the house at Pooh Corner by one.
You'd be surprised, there's so much to be done ―
Count all the bees in the hive,
Chase all the clouds from the sky.
Back to the days of Christopher Robin,
Back to the ways of Christopher Robin,
Back to the days of Pooh...
Oo-oo-oo-oo-ooh, oo-oo-oo-oo-ooh.
Come Saturday morning, I'm going away with my friend,
We'll Saturday spend till the end of the day.
Just I and my friend,
We'll travel for miles in our Saturday smiles,
And then we'll move on, but we will remember
Long after Saturday's gone.
Come Saturday morning, we're going away for the day
We'll Saturday spend, till the end of the day.
Just thinking of you,
Dressed up in your new Senior clothes, navy blue,
And then we'll move on, but we will remember
Long after Saturday's gone.
Get you a copper kettle,
Get you a copper coil,
Cover it with new made corn mash,
And never more will you toil.
Just lie beneath the juniper,
When the moon is bright,
Watch the jugs a-fillin'
In the pale moonlight.
My daddy he made whiskey,
My granddaddy did too.
We ain't paid no whiskey tax
Since 1752.
Just lie beneath the juniper,
When the moon is bright,
Watch the jugs a-fillin'
In the pale moonlight.
Build your fire with hickory,
Hickory, ash and oak.
Don't use no green or rotten wood,
It'll get you by the smoke.
C-C-C-Cottey, beautiful Cottey
Oh it's a school of which I'm sure you've heard before
Over the Ozarks, down the Missourah
And tonight, tonight you're gonna hear some more
It's a g-g-girls school, one of the finest
Teaches liberal arts and gives you lots of poise
If you get good grades, we'll send you to Paris
Oh it's got everything, oh everything, but boys
May all of your dreams bloom like daisies in the sun,
May you always have stars in your eyes,
May you not stop running, not until your race is run,
May you always have blue skies.
A dream is something all your own to keep within your heart,
To build on when you're glad or when your world's been torn apart.
A dream is something all your own that no one else can steal,
A dream is something you can make come real.
Now you can share a laugh with any stranger you may meet,
And you can share your money with a beggar on the street,
But you can only share a dream when love has set it free,
So please won't you share yours with me.
May all of your dreams bloom like daisies in the sun,
May you always have stars in your eyes,
May you not stop running, not until your race is run,
May you always have blue skies.
Ding-ding-ding-ding-ding
Here comes my wagon, my wagon
I can hear my keeper calling me
Ding-ding-ding-ding-ding
Here comes my wagon, my wagon
Takes me to the place I wanna be
Freshmen made me what I am
Hope you're satisfied
Just like any Senior girl
You know I haven't lied
Just like the ducks that call
I'm a little quack that’s all
Ding-ding-ding-ding-ding
Here comes my wagon, my wagon
My kiddie car, my kiddie car, my bus
Chooh-chooh!
Sung to the tune of "Frère Jacques."
Duck, Quack, Waddle,
Duck, Quack, Waddle,
Wipe it now! Wipe it now!
I hear water running,
I hear water running,
You’ll find out! You’ll find out!
Alternate version:
Duck, Quack, Waddle,
Duck, Quack, Waddle,
You’ll find out! You’ll find out!
I hear water running,
I hear water running,
Wipe it now! Wipe it now!
Follow, follow, follow...
(Chorus:)
Follow the drinkin' gourd,
You gotta follow the drinkin' gourd,
For the old man is awaitin' to carry you to freedom ―
Follow the drinkin' gourd.
When the sun goes down and the first quail calls,
Follow the drinkin' gourd.
For the old man is awaitin' to carry you to freedom ―
Follow the drinkin' gourd.
(Chorus)
Now the river bank'll make a mighty good road;
Dead trees will show you the way.
Left foot, peg foot, travelin' on ―
Follow the drinkin' gourd.
(Chorus)
Now the river ends between two hills ―
Follow the drinkin' gourd.
There's another river on the other side ―
Follow the drinkin' gourd.
(Chorus)
Four strong winds that blow lonely,
Seven seas that run high,
All those things that don't change come what may.
But our good times are all gone, and I'm bound for movin' on.
I'll look for you if I'm ever back this way.
I think I'll go out to Alberta, weather's good there in the fall,
I've got some friends that I can go workin' for.
Still I wish you'd change your mind if I asked you one more time,
But we've been through that a hundred times or more.
If I get there before the snow flies, and if things are goin' good,
You can meet me if I send to you the fare.
But by then it will be winter and there's not so much to do,
And the winds sure blow cold way out there.
Four strong winds that blow lonely,
Seven seas that run high,
All those things that don't change come what may.
But our good times are all gone, and I'm bound for movin' on.
I'll look for you if I'm ever back this way,
Back this way...
Freshman days, oh freshman days
When will we ever know
A time more fair and free from care
As seasons come and go?
Oh freshman days, oh freshman days
Where will we ever find
More loyal friends than fortune sends
And times that stronger bind?
Oh freshman class at Cottey C
We'll always cherish thee
The happy time, the sad ones too will bring us memories
And in our hearts a place you'll hold
Throughout life's winding road
And Seniors dear, we thank you too
For friendships good as gold.
The first two verses are from the song "Till We Meet Again," which was written by Raymond B. Egan and Richard Whiting in 1918. It was a popular tune toward the end of the first World War. The final verse was added by Cottey students.
Smile the while you kiss me sad adieu,
When the clouds roll by I'll come to you.
Then the skies will seem more blue
Down in lover's lane, my dearie.
Wedding bell will ring so merrily,
Ev'ry tear will be a memory.
So wait and pray each night for me,
Till we meet again.
Chorus: (Often sung as a closer for the serenades)
Friends We Are and friends we'll always be,
We'll meet again, returning faithfully;
Cottey friends, we'll always be,
Until the end of time.
Serenade song
God be with you as you go along your way,
If he's with you once, then you know He's there to stay.
And in His love you'll see your old life break away.
God be with you, God be with you.
You'll see the sun creep up to start another day,
But you're loving for the Lord, and it took a different way.
There is a freshness in each day and every ray,
Because God is with you, God is with you.
Through faith in Jesus Christ your new life's taking shape,
Love overwhelms you as His wonders you declare.
A new world fills your sight and now you've got to share,
Share, share Jesus, share, share Jesus.
So God be with you as you go along your way,
As through the eyes of God you'll see His vast display.
Open up into His love and praise him more each day,
God be with you, God be with you.
Gonna build me a castle blue and white.
Gonna have me a party every night.
Gonna inlay diamonds all over the floor,
With my Cottey C sweatshirt right over the door.
Gonna change my blood from red to blue.
Gonna marry me a man from ol' KU.
Gonna entertain faculty every night
In my castle made of blue,
My castle made of white,
Castle made of blue and white. Yeah!
Serenade song
Now the end is drawing nigh ― hallelujah!
Freshmen, soon we'll say goodbye ― hallelujah!
We will cherish through the years ― hallelujah!
We'll remember Cottey days ― hallelujah!
After all is said and done ― hallelujah!
Memories sweet will linger on ― hallelujah!
Now the end is drawing nigh ― hallelujah!
Freshmen, soon we'll say goodbye ― hallelujah!
Hey friend, welcome back.
It's been awhile since I saw ya last.
Remember when we walked in the rain,
We laughed and smiled, and there was no pain.
Daisies and butterflies in the grass,
That free feeling that too soon would pass.
Hey friend, welcome back.
It's been awhile since I saw ya last.
We watched TV and ate crackerjacks,
Took trips around the world and back,
Read the funnies on Sunday morn,
Didn't care if it rained or stormed.
Hey friend, welcome back.
It's been awhile since I saw ya last.
Sometimes the clouds got in our way,
But with our candles we drove the grey away.
Seems as though it would never end,
We were happy then, weren't we, friend?
If I had wings, no one would ask me should I fly
A bird sings, no one asks why
I can see in myself wings as I feel them
If you see something else, keep your thoughts to yourself
I'll fly free then
Yesterday's eyes see their colors fading away
They see their sun turning to gray
You can't share in a dream, you don't believe in
If you say that you see and pretend to be me
You wont' be then
How can you ask if I'm happy going my way
You might as well ask a child to play
There's no need to discuss, or understand me
I won't ask of myself to become something else
I'll just be me
If I had wings no one would ask me should I fly
A bird sings, no one asks why
I can see in myself wings as I feel them
If you see something else, keep your thoughts to yourself
I'll fly free then
If we share this walk together, nothing can stand in our way.
If we share this walk together, we can share the love and the pain.
Life can be a challenge, but in our hearts you’ll find
A helping hand, someone who understands, a voice that’s always kind.
If we share this walk together, nothing can stand in our way.
If we share this walk together, we can share the love and the pain.
I don't wanna be good,
I just wanna be a bad girl,
Only wish I could,
How can you be a bad girl,
Starts with a hug and a kiss,
How can you be a bad girl,
Stuck in place like this!
Mmm, I want to linger,
Mmm, a little longer,
Mmm, a little longer here with you.
Mmm, it doesn't seem quite right,
Mmm, that such a perfect night,
Mmm, should be the last to spend with you.
Mmm, and come September,
Mmm, we'll all remember,
Mmm, Cottey College and you.
Mmm, and as the years go by,
Mmm, we'll all look back and sigh,
Mmm, this is goodnight and not goodbye.
Mary Margaret Truman is the daughter of the Prez
She lives in the White House with her ugly mother Bess
Her social rating is not worth debating
For she is a member of Phi Beta Phi
When her father Harry gets the gate in forty-eight
Mary Margaret Truman will be left without a date
She'll move to Missouri and work in a brewery
So let's all drink beer!
Alternate version 1:
Mary Margaret Truman was the daughter of the Prez (la-de-da!)
She lived in the White House with her ugly mother Bess
Though her social position was not very high
She was a member of "I Felta Thigh" (Everyone tries to grab knees under the table.)
Back in 1952 when Harry got the shoe (la-de-da!)
There was nothing left for Mary Margaret to do.
So, she went to Missoura, to work in a brewra
SO DRINK MORE BEER!
Alternate version 2:
Mary Margaret Truman was the daughter of the Prez (la-de-da!)
She lived in the White House with her dowdy mother Bess
Though her social position was not very high
She was a member of "I Felta Thigh"
Back in 1952 when Harry got the boot (la-de-da!)
There was nothing left for Mary Margaret to do.
So, she went to Missoura, to work in a brewra
SO DRINK MORE BEER!
Some girls go to Lindenwood and some to old KU,
But me, I go to Cottey C and wear the Senior Blue.
Oh, we're the Senior Class, Mighty Senior Class,
And we wear our name with pri-i-i-de!
We're birds of a feather, we flock together,
And this motto is our guide.
Soon we're gonna graduate and leave old Cottey C,
But while we're here we'll have a ball and let the Juniors see...
That we're the Senior Class, Mighty Senior Class,
And we wear our name with pri-i-i-ide,
We're birds of a feather, we flock together,
And this motto is our guide.
Sung to the tune of Burger King's "Have it your way" jingle.
Nevada water makes you cower when you go to take a shower,
Don't you know you cannot always have it your way!
Nevada water makes you stinky right down to your little pinky,
Maybe that’s the reason people scurry away!
The water's FOWL here, it tastes just like yuck!
The water's FOWL here, not fit for a DUCK!
Alternate version:
Nevada water makes you cower when you go to take a shower,
Hate it ― but you know you can't have it your way!
Nevada water makes you stinky right down to your little pinky,
Maybe that's the reason freshmen scurry away!
The water's foul here, it tastes just like yuck!
The water's foul here, not fit for a DUCK!
One for the money---sing for a penny;
Two for the show--any song that you know;
Three to make ready---the wide road is callin'
And four to go--it's been good to know you;
And four to go--we've a long way to go.
As I travel all over this land,
There's one sad thing that I find;
When the wide road calls, you must leave friends and all,
Leaving a song behind for a while,
Leaving a song behind.
Some value money and some value fame
Some value women and wine.
But a song and a friend round each turn of the bend,
Are the riches I'd rather were mine every time,
The riches I'd rather were mine.
When I am gone, may this song linger on
May it's echo fall soft on your ears
May your riches increase, May you all live in peace,
And your happiness grow every year, my friend,
Your happiness grow every year.
Slowly:
One for the money---sing for a penny;
Two for the show--any song that you know;
Three to make ready---the wide road is callin'
And four to go--it's been good to know you;
And four to go--we've a long way to go.
Written by Sharon Lewis, 1984.
Hey, man, we're P.E.O.―
We're ready to explode.
We are the best, there ain't no test
So you can hit the road.
We're big, we're bad, and we got class,
So don't give us no flack.
And don't tell us to "Bite the Wall,"
'Cause you can bite it back, Jack!
You got that right, we're P.E.O.―
We're cool as cool can be.
So Robbie? And Reeves?
Stay on your own side of the street.
We'll take a shot and make it good―
You best be on your way,
'Cause you been beat by number one
And we are here to stay ― huh!
P.E.O. at Cottey,
Where the friendships are the very best,
And freshman, too, in baby blue
Keep traditions right above the rest!
P.E.O.,
We love you, and know that you will always be
The best each year, that we have here
With the ducks and good ol' CSC.
'Cause you know we belong to the dorm (to the dorm),
And the courtyard, we love it's shape and form (shape and form).
And we say
Hallelujah every day,
Hallelujah, say you're doing fine, P.E.O. Hall.
P.E.O., you're O.K.
Seniors! Seniors! Seniors!
Picture a place where friendships grow,
Picture a hall called P.E.O.,
Paint it with rainbow hues so bright,
Then tone it down with shades of night.
Frame it with friendships strong and true,
Then let it fill the heart of you,
A picture of Cottey you will see,
A (stomp) challenge to you and to me.
In the third verse, students from that state or suite would shout out the name.
C'mon and take a walk with me, through this green and growin' land,
Walk through the meadows and the mountains and the sand,
Walk through the valleys and the rivers and the plains,
Walk through the sun and walk through the rain.
(Chorus:)
Here is a land full of power and glory,
Beauty that words cannot recall.
Oh, her power shall rest on the strength of her freedom;
Her glory shall rest on us all, on us all.
From Colorado, Kansas, and the Carolinas too,
Virginia and Alaska, from the old to the new,
Texas and Ohio and the California shore,
Tell me now, who could ask for more.
Yet she's only as rich as the poorest of the poor,
Only as free as a padlocked prison door,
Only as strong as our love for this land,
Only as tall as we stand.
(Chorus)
Cottey girls are tired of being proper and prim;
We want to go out and lead a life full of sin.
We'll have a Bloody Mary cocktail between every class;
We may be slow in school but at night we'll be fast.
We want to learn to bleach our hair, crack our gum and look cheap;
We want a handsome man to keep us warm when we sleep.
We want to be rambling women and gambling women so let it begin;
Cottey women are tired of being proper and prim.
We really mean it ―
Cottey girls are tired of being proper and prim ― yeah!
(Chorus:)
Oh well, the Rock Island Line is a mighty good road,
Well, Rock Island Line is the road to ride.
The Rock Island Line is a mighty good road,
Well, if you want to ride, you gotta ride it like you find it,
Get your ticket at the station for the Rock Island Line.
May be right, and I may be wrong,
Know you're gonna miss me when I'm gone.
(Chorus)
ABC double XYZ,
the cat's in the corner but he can't see me.
(Chorus)
Little Abilene sitting in the shade,
Countin' all the money that the writers ain't made.
(Chorus)
Jesus died to save our sins,
Glory to God, gonna need Him again.
(Chorus)
Lying in the gutter all covered up with beer
Pretzels in my eyebrows, I thought the end was near
When along came the army and saved my soul from sin
Glory glory, Hallelujah hip hooray I'm in
Sing Hallelujah, Salvation Army
Put a nickel on the drum
Save another drunken bum
Sing Hallelujah, Salvation Army
Put a nickel on the drum
and save your soul from sin
I'm so HAPPY to be SAVED
SAVED from the halls of SIN
From the halls of SIN to be FREE free
Glory glory, Hallelujah hip hooray I'm in
Put a nickel on the drum
Save another drunken bum
Sing Hallelujah, Salvation Army
Put a nickel on the drum
and save your soul from sin
We are falling into sin. Whoopee!
Was a Junior song until 1963. The Junior class of that year graduated it when they became Seniors.
Take a bit of ginger, take a bit of grit,
Take a bit of sunshine just to make a hit (da-da-da).
Take a bit of spirit, take a bit of pep,
Put 'em all together ― you've got the senior reputation...
Umum ginger, umum grit, umum sunshine just to make a hit (da-da-da).
Umum spirit, umum pep, put 'em all together ― you've got the
senior reputation!
When I was a single girl,
I wore the clothes of the best kind.
But now I am a married girl
Going ragged all the time.
I wish I was a single girl again.
When I was a single girl,
I wore shoes of the very best kind.
But now I am a married girl
Going barefoot all the time.
I wish I was a single girl again.
When I was a single girl,
I used to go to the store and buy.
But now I am a married girl
I just rock that cradle and cry.
And I wish I was a single girl again.
So when that fella comes a courtin' you
And he sets you on his knee,
Keep your eyes on that old sparrow
As he flits from tree to tree,
And you'll never wish you were a single girl like me.
And you'll never wish you were a single girl like me.
"Skin-a-ma-rink-a-who?" c. 1966.
Skin-a-ma-rink-a-dinky-dink,
Skin-a-ma-rink-a-doo,
I love you.
Skin-a-ma-rink-a-dinky-dink,
Skin-a-ma-rink-a-doo,
I love you.
I love you in the morning,
I love you in the night,
I love you all the time,
BUT YOU NEVER TREAT ME RIGHT! (Everyone pounds their fists.)
So, skin-a-ma-rink-a-dinky-dink,
Skin-a-ma-rink-a-doo,
I love you.
Say, do you believe in lovin' honey?
You betcha do.
I believe in lovin', honey,
When I'm lovin' you.
Say, do you believe in courtin' honey?
You betcha do.
I believe in courtin' honey,
When I'm courtin' you.
So lovin' and a courtin' in the moonlight,
In the good old Cottey way. (Only seniors echo, "What a way!")
Lovin' and a courtin' in the moonlight,
'Til the moon gave us away.
Doggone that moon. Doggone that moon!
Senior song sung at the dinner table. Seniors slap the table with the palm of their hands on "slap," and hit the table with their elbows on "bang."
Baboom, baboom,
Slap, bang, here again, here again, here again!
Slap, bang, here again, mighty seniors, we.
We laugh ―
We sing ―
We laugh, ha-ha!
We sing, tra-la!
Slap, bang, here again, mighty seniors, we.
Baboom, baboom,
Hey Juniors here's a song for you!
Baboom, Baboom,
Here's something that a duck can do.
It's the duck waddle, get the tune in your "naddle"
And let your feet have fun.
Oh, waddle with us, come on and waddle with us,
We're the Senior Class and waddle we must.
Waddle, waddle waddle, waddle
Come on and waddle with us. Hey!
Three little ducks that I once knew,
Short ones, fat ones, skinny ones too,
But the one little duck with a feather on its back,
He led the others with a QUACK-QUACK-QUACK!
QUACK-QUACK-QUACK, QUACK-QUACK-QUACK,
He led the others with a QUACK-QUACK-QUACK!
Down to the water they did go,
With a widdle-waddle, widdle-waddle to and fro,
But the one little duck with a feather on its back,
He led the others with a QUACK-QUACK-QUACK!
QUACK-QUACK-QUACK, QUACK-QUACK-QUACK,
He led the others with a QUACK-QUACK-QUACK!
Sung to the tune of "We Love You, Conrad!" from Bye Bye Birdie.
We love you Freshmen, oh yes we do!
We don’t love anyone as much as you!
When you’re not near us, we’re blue – navy blue!
Oh Freshmen, we love you!
Sung to the tune of "We Love You, Conrad!" from Bye Bye Birdie.
We love you Seniors, oh yes we do!
We don’t love anyone as much as you!
When you’re not near us, we’re blue – baby blue!
Oh Seniors, we love you!
Usually reserved for the end of sings.
When I'm on my journey, don't you weep after me.
When I'm on my journey, don't you weep after me.
When I'm on my journey, don't you weep after me.
I don't want you to weep after me.
Every lonely river must run home to the sea. (Repeat 3 times as above)
When the stars are fallin' and the thunder will roll. (As above)
High upon a mountain leave your sorrows below. (As above)
When I'm on my journey, don't you weep after me. (Repeat first stanza)
Who can sail away with no wind?
Who can row without oars?
And who can part from their Freshmen dear,
With never a single tear?
I can sail away with no wind,
I can row without oars.
But I can't part from my Freshmen dear,
With never a single tear.
(Hum the first verse)
I can sail away with no wind,
I can row without oars.
But I can't part from my Freshmen dear,
With never a single tear.
