Harvard Square In Harvard Square the teeny-boppers wear their miniskirts, And try to look as old as they would like to be. And they're hoping for a Harvies glance, They don't stand a chance. On the corner is a couple walking hand in hand, And which is he and which is she you can not guess. It's because each of them wears a dress In the pouring rain, very strange. Harvard Square is in my ears and in my eyes, There, beneath the smoggy Cambridge skies I cough And meanwhile back In Harvard Square there is a Techman with his slide-a-rule And in his pocket is a portrait of the dean He likes to keep his slide-a-rule quite clean, It's a clean machine. Harvard Square is in my eyes and in my ears, There among the 'Cliffies and the queers I stroll And meanwhile back Behind the kiosk in the middle of the subway stop, A Harvard student's selling pot quite cheap enough. Though the law against it's rather tough, You should try a puff. In Harvard Square there is a hippie selling Avatar To all the people who are there to make the scene, But to buy it you must be eighteen, Cause it's not too clean, quite obscene. Harvard Square is in my nose and in my eyes. There beneath the smokefilled Cambridge skies I choke And meanwhile back Harvard Square is in my eyes, ears, nose and throat From the 'Tute this place is quite remote. MIT tune: Penny Lane JY
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