I worked grounds for a year. In general, it was a great job. There were some - how should I say this? - nasty cons to the job, first and foremost being the residents of Budge Hall. If I find out you lived there, I almost automatically lose respect for you. The percussion is actually recordings of shovels and hammers. I used Audacity to paste it into a beat. Lyrics by my brother Ray, a first-hand victim of my whining.
Working Grounds Crew
ReplyDeleteWords by K.R., Music by Jordan
The ‘conomy is down and you don’t know what to do
Put your Shoulder to the wheel and come to BYU
Get a job of prestige, of honor and power
A job shov'ling mulch, for six bucks an hour
[Chorus:]
The grass is always greener here at BYU
Working. Working. Working Grounds Crew
The sprinkler water's cleaner here at BYU
Working. Working. Working Grounds Crew.
You’ll get to mow and edge a fifty-acre lawn
You’ll be shov'ling parking lots before the crack of dawn
You’ll be moving mountains of leaves with a rake
And you'll be reported if you take a break
Chorus
So come work with the mulch of tomorrow— today
Soon you'll be an expert in fine landscape display
Making our campus a paradise of green
But you'll smell like sweat, and burnt gasoline
Chorus
The Grounds Crew is like secret service for campus
We fight evil forces, such as snails and hydrangeas
Plus the job is Manly, women love to be showed
A tan in the shape of the honor code
[cheesy bridge/key change thing:]
Weed-whackers lawnmowers
Aerators leaf-blowers
Early mornings, weekend hours
These are our superpowers
Chorus