I know it's very bad form to quote one's own reviews,
but I would like to mention something that the New York Times
said about me a year ago which I've always treasured --
they said: "Mr. Lehrer's muse is not fettered by such
inhibiting factors as taste".
Now we come to that peculiar bit of Americana known as the
football fight song. I was reminded not too long ago, upon
returning from my lesson with the Scrabble pro at the Harvard
club in Boston, of the days of my undergraduacy long ago when
there used to be these very long Saturday afternoons in the fall
with nothing to do -- the library was closed -- just waiting
around for the cocktail parties to begin. And on occasions like
that, some of us used to wander over to the... I believe it was
called the stadium, to see if anything might be going on over
there. And one did come to realize that the football fight songs
that one hears in comparable stadia have a tendency to be
somewhat uncouth, and even violent, and that it would be
refreshing, to say the least, to find one that was a bit more
genteel. And here it is, dedicated to my own alma mater, and
called Fight Fiercely, Harvard.
Fight fiercely, Harvard,
fight, fight, fight!
Demonstrate to them our skill.
Albeit they possess the might,
Nonetheless we have the will.
How we shall celebrate our victory,
We shall invite the whole team up for tea
(How jolly!)
Hurl that spheroid down the field, and
Fight, fight, fight!
Fight fiercely, Harvard,
fight, fight, fight!
Impress them with our prowess, do!
Oh, fellows, do not let the crimson down,
Be of stout heart and true.
Come on, chaps, fight for Harvard's glorious name,
Won't it be peachy if we win the game?
(Oh, goody!)
Let's try not to injure them, but
Fight, fight, fight!
And do fight fiercely!
Fight, fight, fight!
Send "Fight Fiercely, Harv…" Ringtone to your Cell 
