Seminar daze at the colloquium.
Don't wanna hear 'bout no rubidium.
Dozin' off - can't take no more.
'Scuse me while I start to snore.
SO(5) and Superstrings,
Just what the hell are these things?
Look at this math - can't believe the gall.
This talk should be at Altgeld Hall.
Overheads at too high a rate.
Brain entering a disordered state.
Can't see through - Mike Weissman's hair.
'Scuse me while I switch my chair.
You wake up in the clean room,
You left the ion-mill on!
Now you can't do research,
'Cause you sample's all gone!
You went to the doctor he said "What's that cyst?"
Oh, Doc I've just been sniffin' some photo-resist.
Chorus:
You gotta fight, for your right, to party!
Your advisor caught you surfin' and he says "NO WAY!"
But that hypocrite surfs four hours a day.
Get out of this lab if you can't pump down right!
You'll flood the third floor and get the theorists uptight!
Chorus:
You gotta fight, for your right, to party!
I'll kick you out of this group if you don't stop playing QUAKE!
My advisor doesn't know that my data's all fake!
I'm always writing papers, it's a living hell.
My last one got rejected from the PRL!
Chorus:
You gotta fight, for your right, to party!
Well you can tell by the way I brush my hair,
I'm a physics grand and I just don't care.
Rollin' out of bed, I throw on my clothes,
no time to wash, I just hold my nose.
Well, it's all right, it's OK,
we all smell here anyway.
Please don't try to understand,
we take data all we can.
Chorus:
Whether you're a theorist or whether you'll be jobless,
you're stayin' alive, stayin' alive.
See the first-years bailin', everybody e-mailin'.
Stayin' alive, stayin' alive.
Ah - ah - ah - ah
Stayin' alive, stayin' alive.
Well I see through my prof, right through his cheer,
he wants data now, or it's one more year.
At four PM, it's coffee hour,
and I slide on in for bagel power.
Well, it's all right, it's OK,
it's the best I'll get today.
Coffee, coke, Snickers bar -
forgotten what the food groups are.
Chorus
Well you can tell by the way I'm on the run,
I'm a physicist; no time for fun.
My clothes are loud; Champaign ain't warm,
been a student here since I was born.
Well, it's all right, it's OK,
I may leave the field someday.
We can try to understand
the Financial Times' effect on man.
Chorus
Ah - ah - ah - ah
Stayin' alive, stayin' alive.
Ah - ah - ah - ah
Stayin' alive, stayin' alive.
Ah - ah - ah - ah
Stayin' alive, stayin' alive.
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