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A jolly crew of Phis were we, we're hosed, we're hosed, we're hosed!
We used to sail upon the sea we're closed, we're closed, we're closed!
But we can manage Jewett Hall and Exchange with Morehouse gals,
And navigate upon the web with all our new dorm pals.
For we were the toughest crew of lads that ever reefed a sail,
We love the taste of Everclear - we mix it in pledge ale.
And when his breathing stopped, 911 came rolling hiiiigh...
Let all the new brothers wave bye to each other, the sunken Good Ship Phi, hey!
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