'Twas the night before graduation, and all through Chucktown
all the parents had made their way into town.
White dresses and jackets are all steamed with care
in hopes a mimosa doesn't spill on them there.
The soon-to-be graduates are in line at Middie
hoping to avoid a hangover in the morning.
In line at the bar you run into a friend
you met freshman year when you asked for a pen.
You recall your first time at a frat party
and the time you spent $200 on a fake id.
Away to the beach you flew like a flash,
and told your parents that you never skipped class.
Reminiscing on snow days with 1/4 inch of fluff
got us on the Weather Channel, Buzzfeed, and some other stuff
Partying is a hobby from August to May
and Cougar Shuttle was always there to save the day
With a little old driver, so lively and quick
By the way, have you had a margarita from Jim 'N Nicks?
Weekdays, 4 to 7, like herds we came
to happy hours that we can all call by name:
First O-Ku, then Social
Closed for Business and CO,
On to Fish and Mynt,
Boone's and Mellow.
All the way from upper King
to the Pineapple Fountain
and the frat stars look like
they just left the Patagonia mountains.
Day partying hasn't seen anything like St. Patrick's Day
and students looked for any reason so they could celebrate
So up to the rooftops, at noon we began
with no end in sight or any game plan.
We aren't ready to leave, each other or this city
but we know that our lives are only just beginning.
We will soon be on the Cistern where we will sit and stare
and whisper to our friend, "see you at A Charleston Affair."
After reflecting on our time at this wonderful place,
we awake from our dream and head towards the stage.
We can now cross the Cistern, our new lives have set sail
"College of Charleston, hail, all hail."