In a loud old Jersey town,
That I've thought somewhat my own,
Stands a college that has long been infamous;
Where the cement hardly clings to the
walls of brick and stone,
Ever pretty yet always uproarius.

Refrain:
Alma Mater, Alma Mater,
Horny college by the wild Raritan
You're the women of my eye,
Gladdest fun and lullaby,
Passion Puddle by the gentle Raritan*.

When the College Kid all green,
With his oh so noobish mien,
Comes to dump more papers in his puny cans;
But in just about a week he is
feeling very meek,
For he's talked to Spanish speaking Mexicans*2.

(Refrain)

Then the Businessman type comes round,
To Johnson and Johnson** bound,
Who endeavored with the College at the start;
For they built up New Brunswick all, from sky
all the way to ground,
So DEVCO** and they were wed at heart.

(Refrain)

But when the Tent Staters**** cheer,
Oh how funky they appear,
Who have nudged Jersey and Rutgers to say;
We want money and to speak, and in
camping have no fear,
For in speech they've made their points on many a day.