Oregon my Alma Mater
Where the men of Iron are found
In the bushes with the coeds
Making Love upon the ground
This goes on 'till early morning
When the cops break up the fun
There'll be a military wedding
For the Sons of Oregon
-- then the break strain
duh-da da-dum dum dum
Quack Quack Quack
duh-da da-dum dum dum
Quack Quack Quack
duh-da da-dum dum
Quack
duh-da da-dum dum
Quack
dum dum dum dum dum dum dum dum dum
Quack Quack
Oregon my Alma Mater
Home of the spastic duck
Where the women all run naked
And the men too weak to fuck
When you're old and grey and worn out
and a syphilitic wreck
May your spine fall out your asshole
and break your fucking neck