PARODY: The Man with the "Y" on His Chest
With words by Harry White '25 and tune provided by "The Man on the Flying Trapeze," Connecticut alumni welcomed Coach Earl H. Blaik at their annual dinner.
I Once I was happy, but now I'm forlorn Like an old coat that is tattered and torn Left in this wide world to weep and to mourn Betrayed by a girl in blue jeen For I loved the Goddess of football victory And to win her I gave all my best But Hanover boys never pleased her as well As the man with the "Y" on his chest.
Chorus:
He floats down the field with the greatest of zest The daring young man with the "Y" on his chest The goal line approaches and you know the rest And old Eli has taken the day.
II She was courted by Oberlander and Red Hall Ed Dooley, Lane, Marsters, Hedges and McCall But somehow or other they all took a fall The Goddess of victory was shy Now when the gal said "Boys, the answer is no," I vowed she'd not make me a fool So I brought some more fellows next year from the north
But the last song was still"BOOLA BOOL."
III We bet all our cash with the greatest of ease Each year we leave that bowl in our B. V. D's. Joyce Kilmer says that only God can make trees I wish he'd make touchdowns instead Now there's granite galore in those sons of the north And with Eli they fight claw and tooth But they never could please that old gal half as well As that little shrimp, Albie Booth.
IV So drink up a bumper for Coach Blaik to-night The Dartmouth Alumni think that he's all right We still hope to show that bull dog we can bite Alas and Alac and Alaska Now the Bible says "Brothers, please love your neighbor" They say it's part of the new deal We'll take one exception to this good old rule In the Yale bowl we'd like its repeal
Chorus: (for last verse)
May we float down the field with the greatest of ease Just like the man on the flying trapeze If I say more't would be over-em-pha'sees' Good luck to Coach Blaik and the team.
