All good fellows gather 'round,

Fill the air with merry sound

And tip off every room-mate to the news:

All College Weekend now is here,

The end of privacy draws near.

Sing the Gettin' In The Swing Of It Blues.

Get a cane made of bamboo

And a natty boater, too,

Plus a hip flask for that naughty nip of booze.

Get a plastic water gun:

"Huzzah" for organized fun

Then Sing Getting' In The Swing Of It Blues.

Now at the Artist's Ball

You can stomp and howl and maul

For there's nothing left but dignity to lose.

There'll be singing loud and clear

(Let J. Finley jibe and sneer)

We are singing up and swinging up,

The getting in the swing of it, swing of it,

swing of it,

Gettin' on the stick of it

(Lord, I'm gettin' sick of it)

Gettin' In The Swing Of It Blues.