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Frat-frat-frat boysFrat-frat-frat boysNow we may be inebriated, and somewhat dumbBut I'll tell you one thing, we can surely comeTo the party, and wreck the houseWon't go home at all, unless they throw us outSo pass some more booze so I can blow chunksListen to the cool sounds that we make when we're drunk, ha haa!!(beat box - blow chunks noises)I-Eta-Pi, Kegga BruSigma-Epsilon-Chi, which one is for youAnd once you pledge your life is mineYou'll be a brother till the end of timeLetras de cancionesAnd at the end of the world when the countries start nukin'Even if it's a fluke, I'll be in the back pukin' in the toiletTaste just as good comin' backDon't let it go to waste we're recycling that, tell 'em nowNow I've been a brother since seventy-nineAnd I'm still in school now even though I'm thirty-nineIt's not a problem 'cause I'm havin' funAnd I plan to graduate in two thousand and oneBut it ain't no thing 'cause I'm always tanAnd guaranteed to flunk every final examLike M and M's candy will melt in your beerTo sleep with every girl on campus is why I'm hereNow this Friday might be funky, and maybe even goryBut I know this for sure it will not be boring'Cause we're gonna get five hundred kegsAnd by the time the party's through I won't feel my legsMy friends are gonna bring rum to the partySome Peach Tree Schnaaps, and gallons of BacardyFunnels on the side, Jello shots in the cupAnd then I'll start all over after throwin' it upFrat boysYou know they drink till dawnFrat boysThey're puking on my lawnFrat boysYou know they drink till dawnFrat boysThey're puking on my lawnNow life in the frat house is so much funIt's just like Congress nothing ever gets doneYou see we get the girls every nightBut I wouldn't use the toilet if you value your lifeBut the house is sturdy, the fridge is fullWe got beer made from here, Buffalo, and NepalWe're just one big family, a happy crewAnd all the roaches in the kitchen are brothers tooJust do the right thing and we'll accept youUnless you're a black man, Hispanic, or JewAll you need is to pay your membership feesWe want caaaaash, please no personal checksIt's only twelve-hundred dollars every month nowI got a raaaaash, that's your own damn faultGet off your lazy butt and go down to the vaultWe got lemon and tequila but we're out of saltSo if you're here to pledge better be preparedThe prophilactics are here and the sheep are thereWe'll see if you're a man or mouseYou gotta prove you're a man to get in the frat house(beat box - belch solo)To all the lady's in the place I'm ready to goSo if you wanna have fun just let me knowTwelve at one time, or maybe morePowered by alcohol, I never get soreA Budweiser man, a tower full of powerUrinated five times in the last half hourIt's five past eight, and I'm not drunk yetI'm behind schedule but I needn't fret'Cause I drink and I drink while I sing the beer psalmNever gonna stop until I'm totally bombedI gag and I belch and I throw up tooOne toilet ain't enough, you're gonna need twoTo hold me, and all the stuff, that I throw upWhen my stomach erupts, get ready here it comesBetter watch where it runs...The only one in the world who understands, toilet bowlFrat boysYou know they drink till dawnFrat boysThey're puking on my lawnFrat boysYou know they drink till dawnFrat boysThey're puking on my lawnNow I'm the one in the frat house in charge of suppliesWe're a beer drinkin', class skippin' couple o' guysThe house is so dirty that my teeth are brownAnd I'm the man with the biggest beer gut in townBut I do plan to get out of here one dayAnd on my diploma it will proudly sayNever went to class, and he barely passedWas the third from the bottom in the graduating classForget that, that can wait, bring the beer over here'Cause I wanna have fun and what's one more year'Cause education ain't nothing compared to bein' coolI may be a grandfather by the time I'm out of school'Cause I'm proud to be in a fraternityAnd when we have a party it's the place to beWe're frats we're frats we're obnoxious little bratsAnd we're here for years 'cause our parents paid for thatFrat boysYou know they drink till dawnFrat boysThey're puking on my lawnFrat boysYou know they drink till dawnFrat boysThey're puking on my lawn(beat box - belching and puking)Frat boysFrat boys From Letras Mania