Colorado School of Mines Fight Song

I wish I had a barrel of rum and sugar three hundred pounds,
The college bell to mix it in and a clapper to stir it 'round.
Like every honest fellow, I take my whiskey clear,
I'm a ramblin' wreck from Golden Tech, a helluva engineer.
A helluva, helluva, helluva, helluva, helluva engineer,
A helluva, helluva, helluva, helluva, helluva engineer,
Like every honest fellow, I take my whiskey clear,
I'm a ramblin' wreck from Golden Tech, a helluva engineer.
Hail, hail, the gang's all here.
What the hell do we care as long as we get our share.
Hail, hail, the gang's all here.
M-I-N-E-S
What the hell do we care now?