The only way that ordinary mutts can mix with me
Is take me out and haze me till I lose my dignity.
CHORUS:
I’m a son of a son of a son of a son of a son of an aeronaut,
And I have sworn to lie no more about the fights I’ve fought,
And I’m so jolly thankful to the Seniors who have taught,
I’m the son of a son of a son of a son of a son of an airy-naught!
Oh, I’m so jolly thankful that these ordinary mutts
Have spanked me good and plenty with my tetrahedral struts,
And I have promised not to let my head get big again,