Marching Band Chants

Other than playing songs and halftime shows, the Columbia University Marching Band taunts the enemy with clever and deriding chants. These are almost certainly are not sanctioned by the Columbia administration, but they do symbolize the unique and eccentric band this university should be proud of.

Basketball

On offense

Tell lies!
Hold her hand!
Tell lies, hold her hand,
Let's score!

Make 'em pay!
Say it's funny!
Make 'em pay, say it's funny,
Let's score!

Get it up!
Put it in!
Get it up, put it in,
Let's score!

Whenever Columbia takes the lead
We havvvve...and insurmountable leaaaaad!

On defense

Fight Columbia, fight Columbia,
Make them scream in pain!
(repeat)

Fight Columbia, fight Columbia,
Make my nipples hard!
(repeat)

Against the referee

(to the tune of "O My Darling Clementine"):
Who's your father, who's your father
Who's your father, referee?
You don't have one
You're a bastard
You're a bastard, referee!

The ref blew the call!
The ref blew the call!
Swallow, ref, swallow!

The ref brought his lunch!
The ref brought his lunch!
Eat it, ref, eat it!

The ref beats his wife!
The ref beats his wife!
Beat it, ref, beat it!