On the Red Hot Spot

ON THE RED HOT SPOT

On the red hot spot to cast your lot
Is with old DKE;
She puts up joy without alley
At a very moderate fee;
There's nothing loud about her crowd.
They're screamers ail the same,
They cut the sod, and carry the bed,
And build the house of fame.

CHORUS

Then stir the startled air.
Till laughter quivers there.
For we're the bop who deal in joys.
We're monarch of the line;
Tomorrow has no woe,
So hid all trouble go.
Content to be in DKE,
Drink deep of youth's mad wine.
Astride the goat we failed to note
Much fun in DKE;
His bristles rough seemed awful tough
His butt was misery!
But oh how tame that goat became,
When in his box-stall tied,
We rather guess we'll always bless
That mad and mystic ride.
[REPEAT CHORUS]
A man in truth gains endless youth
In jolly DKE
Though hairs grew white no cruel blight
Upon the heart be
One mothers call holds brothers all,
In union of the soul
A peerless band we'll ever stand,
On Delta Kappas scroll.
(REPEAT CHORUS)