Excelsior In our school there are some Lukes Who cry like jassacks bray. They say they're in Excelsior And so they chant and sway. Now the leaders were so very smart To avoid any competish, They took in half the schoolboys. A club? A mighty parish! All these members ever do at all Is meet to yell and sing. I know because I do the same. As a member of this ring. Ask Rounds! Phillip Hess, without a doubt, Is full of much putrescent kraut. You never see him with a Sal But what she's someone else's gal. At a big, blond damo I could scream or squawk. With her nasal tones, plus her baby talk! Guess who?