The Spartans of Senior Survival '10

The last night of WWVA's senior survival was quite a memorable one. Each night during the week, the girls and guy's would introduce themselves in clever sing song ways. On Thursday night, the girls all managed to get in on one giant cheer that left the guys surprised and jiggered that they had not thought of it first. (The captain was slightly terrified because he was surrounded by girls when we all stood up unexpectedly and began to chant.) In any case, on Saturday night when cheer time came all the men were mysteriously absent. When one of their numbers were called, one lone student wearing naught but a Depends diaper and a carrying a walking stick, stood up in front of his female classmates and shouted out into the night, "Senior class! Who are we?" And from behind us came the chant of spartan warriors, "Hua! Hua! Hua!" followed by the sound of cracking branches and war cries. They emerged from the darkness running as one, the men of the '10 senior class and their counselors. Every last one of them in boxers, briefs, or giant diapers. It certainly was a sight I won't soon forget. After circling us they filed to the front and sang a chorus of 'Who let the dogs out?' and a ballad of their own design. The latter is below.

Sung to the tune of "Can you feel the love tonight?"

I haven't changed my undies, (What?)
In a matter of days (Sick)
Just brought one pair, but now regretting it
This itch has got me crazed

No time for doing laundry
Tomorrow we return
But until then we'll serenade you all
While your nostrils burn,

Can you smell the stench tonight
It is where we are
It's enough for these wide-eyed wanderers
That it's come this far

Come and smell the stench tonight
before you go to rest
It's enough to make queens like you dry heave
Believe us! It's our best.