Song Archive

En blå armé marcherar in Det pirrar till i kroppen min Jag ser er där ni går Atletiska som få Å kan inte förstå Att jag blir så Knäsvag, när ni går förbi. Får en helt ny energi. Trodde inte att Man kunde känna så Å äntligen fattar jag Hur lycklig man kan va [Refräng] ååh V-Sek När vi går, hand i hand, upp på Campus Eller simmar i sjön Sjön åh V-Sek När du strök mig i håret och viska Vi går hem till mig nu, oh V-Sek En liten grabb med råsa ben Kan koda men är ganska klen Inte trodde jag, att man kunde falla Så fruktansvärt pladask Men ack va fel jag hade [Refräng] Nu står vi här ikväll, med era sångförmän Kärleken är ljuv Vi älskar er alla [Refräng] [Refräng] [Refräng]

Nollan kom till Lund och allting kaosa direkt. Hur hittar man till LTH? Mobilen är väck! Jag sitter lugnt och sippar vin ifrån min balkong, och här kommer alla nollorna på en och samma gång. Här kommer alla nollorna på en och samma gång. Jag skrattar och jag pekar när ni trillar förbi, ni vandrar som ett lemmeltåg, helt i mani. Utan tillsyn pyser ni iväg som i en ballong, för här kommer... Jag skulle på en middagsdejt med min goda vän, jag tänkte att jag går en bit och tar bussen sen. Vad ser jag när jag hoppar på och bussen trång? Jo här kommer... Jag hade en rätt tråking kväll där ingenting hänt, jag swipea vilt på Tinder å sen väntade spänt. På morgonen så vaknade jag upp med ett språng, för nu matchar alla nollorna på en och samma gång. Nu matchar alla nollorna på en och samma gång. Vi sitter här och sjunger glatt om ingenting alls. Precis som i Per Gessles låtar saknas substans Vi tycker dock att nollan ska va med i vår sång, (så) nu sjunger alla nollorna på en och samma gång [repeat]

Oh, joy and glamour of the past, We never shall forget you And you will be, through war and fast, A solace to think back to Soon our jokes are void and null Our song is silent, all is dull O Jerum, Jerum, Jerum O quae mutatio rerum Now close the circle of our feast For happiness’ protection The troubles of the World decreased We swear each other affection So lift your glass, let it be heard Still gods are walking in this world Among our cups and goblets, Among our cups and goblets! This song is often sung last. This is just the first and last verse, but the song is about how students, though they may disappear into the boring world, will forever remain students at heart. The third verse mentions the four traditional academic faculties: Philosophy, Law, Theology and Medicine. People will stand when singing of their own faculty. In the last verse, you stand and hold your neighbours’ hands, after which you don’t return to your seat.

Lift your glass filled to the brim It is our solemn duty Now the lads have bought a round Our lives become a beauty /: Ding dingedingeding dingedingeding Dingedingeding dong dong It’s Saturday tomorrow :/ Cheer up now it’s time to drink Since Death’s around the corner Now the lads have bought a round The reaper our last mourner /: Ding dingedingeding dingedingeding Dingedingeding dong dong Your funeral bells are ringing. :/

I have never gotten wasted Never smoked any cigars - hallelujah! My virtues never to be tainted I bear no sins at all. I have never seen a nude man Haven’t even seen a new-born child. I just gaze up at the ceiling Resisting all drives to be wild Hallelujah... Bacchus’ playing on the cello Satan’s singing tempting in tenor All the devils do the tango Say, what else could you ever wish for? Well, that every spring would be of vodka All the ponds were filled with German beer Brandy flowing in the gutter And a lake of punsch to revere And bring more beer...

I have never gotten wasted Never smoked any cigars - hallelujah! My virtues never to be tainted I bear no sins at all. I have never seen a nude man Haven’t even seen a new-born child. I just gaze up at the ceiling Resisting all drives to be wild Hallelujah... Bacchus’ playing on the cello Satan’s singing tempting in tenor All the devils do the tango Say, what else could you ever wish for? Well, that every spring would be of vodka All the ponds were filled with German beer Brandy flowing in the gutter And a lake of punsch to revere And bring more beer...

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The itsy bitsy student, went to drink some wine. Jumped upon the table, he was feeling fine. Then his knees were bending, he slept for just a whim. When he later woke his vision had gone dim

Punsch is coming, punsch is coming, Cool and sweet. Tinkling noises, mingling voices, When we meet. Here’s to mem’ries past, dear! Here’s to every spring! All our sorrows disappear When punsch we bring.

There was a gull sitting on a boom, And she was hungry and tired. The skipper looked at the scene with gloom, A drink was all he desired. The gull said: “please give some herring to me!” The skipper answered: “I want some O.P., If it’s around.” And it was found.

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In to the liquor store I go And knock upon its door. I want something that makes me drunk And doesn’t make me poor. The cashier said “You’d best not stay, I need your age before you pay. Some ID now, you ugly bore, Come back when you look 34!” My aim was to get drunk tonight I have to change my plans Wood alcohol is cheap, alright I’ll buy a couple of cans (at Statoil!) Cleared the shelves of methanol This is in line with my end goal Now this dilemma faces me: The more I drink, the less I see!

I used to live in Scotland It is a cold and harsh land But now I live in London Look at the kilt I got on My life is pretty risky; I’m drinking shady whisky But when the kilt is falling My ass goes bare

Coffee, coffee, coffee, brandy and liqueur It will put us in the mood that we prefer As the morning starts approaching We should all begin the toasting Drinking coffee, coffee, brandy and liqueur

Coffee, coffee, coffee, brandy and liqueur It will put us in the mood that we prefer As the morning starts approaching We should all begin the toasting Drinking coffee, coffee, brandy and liqueur

Life water is a Viking’s friend, Hooray, hooray! And quickly down my throat it went, Hooray, hooray! With fish or oxen or boar or moose, While weaklings set their sodas loose Every Viking worth the title demands some booze! When we of wormwood have run out, Oh fate, oh fate! We carry all the Vikings out, It’s late, they’re late. And then when we rise we’ll sing and eat, And open a bottle of akvavit. Cheers for all the Vikings I’m here to meet! Skål for all the Vikings I’m here to meet!

My pilsner sometimes makes me linger My pilsner sometimes makes me cry My Pilsner will make me a singer If I see the bottle is dry: Pilsner! Pilsner! Go get a pilsner for me, for me. Pilsner! Pilsner! Go get a pilsner for me!

I love every kind of beer They always make me wanna cheer I drink for breakfast, lunch and dinner too I love beer since it is my stance That water never helps you dance For that beer really is my only chance

And so we walk eventually. From Bacchi turmoil, for you hear. That Death calls: neighbour, come to me. Your final hour’s near. Old man, step up, despite your ache. And you, young man, hear what I say: The fairest Nymph of all, now take Her hand, And be on your way. If the grave is far too deep, you think. Very well, then have yourself a drink. If you take another one, another two, another three, You’ll die more happily! Say, neighbour, are you satisfied. Then praise your life now, finally. If our paths are unified. Drink up and follow me. But first with wine, both red and white. We thank our hosts for what they gave. Then freely in the starlit night. We slip into our graves. If the grave...

När vi satt oss för att äta sill ska vi ta den snaps som hörer därtill och en till och en till för till varje liten sill får vi snapsa så mycket vi vill! Men om vi nu ingen sill har så betyder det ej att på brännvin vi spar vi har ännu kvar så det räcker några dar så ett stadigt grepp om glaset vi tar |: Här i vänners lag stäm nu upp och sjung och strunta i om våran morgondag blir tung göra livet till fest det är teknologens mål så vi höjer våra glas med ett vrål: SKÅL! :|