A crowded house it seemed to be,
A college party every night,
But a place to crash it was for free
And who was I to fuss or fight.
With a keg in the living room
There was always beer on tap,
It surely wasn’t doom and gloom
Except for when I needed a nap.
The living room couch was my bed
Which was difficult you’ll agree;
In the middle of the party led,
And at centre stage I had to be.
For a full term I lived that way
In college at the party bunked,
In that crowded house everyday,
I partied hardy till out I flunked.
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