Finals week may be over for you quarter system folk, but it just beginning for us on the semester system. In an attempt to further procrastinate from my studying--and to hopefully help you procrastinate from yours--I have complied a few of my favorite Christmas Songs. However, these aren't any ordinary Christmas songs. They have been transformed to capture the spirit that is Dead Week. Enjoy!
Rockin' Around the Lib-rar-y (Rockin' Around the Christmas Tree):
Rockin' around the Lib-rar-y
at the Finals studying hop
Students and notes where you can see
Only coffee warrants a stop
Rockin' around the Lib-rar-y
Let the Finals spirit ring
Later we'll have some tests to take
and we'll do some guessing
You will get a overwhelming feeling
When you see, questions saying
Palms get balmy, “Who wrote the Praise of Folly"
Rockin' around the Lib-rar-y
Have a happy doomsday
Everyone studyin' wearily
From day, to day, to day
You will get a devastating feeling
When you see, questions asking...
Palms are balmy; “Who the F!$* is Walter Raleghi?"
Rockin' around the Lib-rar-y
Have a happy Sunday
Everyone's crying silently
‘Cause Finals are a day away
Winter Undergrads (Winter Wonderland):
Don’t know a thing, are you listening
In the class, kids are suffering
A usual sight, we're up late tonight
Crying with a bunch of undergrads
Gone away is the old word
Here to stay is a new word
He revises it wrong, as we go along
Studying with a bunch of undergrads
In the library we can build a game plan
And pretend that it won’t make us frown
Teach’ll say, "Are you guys all ready?"
We'll say, "No man"
Cause I can’t do the job, when you're around
Later on, we'll conspire
As we dream by the fire
To face unafraid, the finals that remain
Lying with a bunch of undergrads
Don’t know a thing, are you listening
In the class, kids are sufferin’
A usual sight, we're up late tonight
Crying with a bunch of undergrads
Gone away are the theorems
Here to stay are its victims
He factors it wrong, as we go along
Studying with a bunch of undergrads
In the library, lookin’ like a madman
Pretending that we won’t meltdown
We’ll have lots of trips to the coffeeman
Yes, until all the kids wear him down
And later on, we'll conspire
As we dream by the fire
To face unafraid, the finals that remain
Studying with a bunch of undergrads
Crying with a bunch of undergrads
Here Comes Dead Week (Here Comes Santa Claus):
Here comes dead week, here comes dead week
Right down University lane
Biology, English, all his courses
Pulling on the reins
We are trying, children sighing
All is scary and quiet
Hang your backpack and say a prayer
'Cause Dead Week comes tonight
Here comes Dead week, here comes Dead week
Riding down University lane
We’ve got a week that's filled with finals
For everyone again
We Hear the break bells jingle jangle
What a beautiful sight
But an awful week we have to go
Because Dead week comes tonight
Here comes Dead week, here comes dead week
Right down university lane
Finals don’t care if you're rich or poor
They stress you just the same
Teachers knows that we're only human
But That doesn’t change a thing
Fill your bags with coffee and notebooks
'Cause Dead week comes tonight
Well, here comes Dead week, here comes Dead week
Riding down University lane
They’ll come around even when the children cry out
It can’t be dead week again
No Peace on earth will come to all
As the students shiver in fright
Let's curse the university above
'Cause Dead week comes tonight
'Cause Dead week comes tonight
I Don't Know (Let it Snow):
Oh the next few weeks are frightful
But the break is so delightful
And since we've four finals to go
To the library I go, I go, I go
It doesn't show signs of stopping
And I've got some Tears for mopping
The pressure’s turned way up high,
I’m gonna die, I’m gonna die, I’m gonna die
When we finally get the test
How I hate going out with a fail
Even if I tried my best
All the way home I will wail
I am slowly dying
And my dear we've still got days of crying
As long as you procrastinate so
you won’t know, you won’t know, you won’t know
Oh, it doesn't show signs of stopping
And I've brought some papers for writing
and the energy’s way down low
I don’t know, I don’t know, I don’t know
I may be home for Christmas (I’ll be home for Christmas):
I may be home for Christmas
If Hell week doesn’t take me
Please have snow and mistletoe
And a month of being carefree
Finals week will find me
Where the tests cause no screams
I'll be okay for Finals
Only in my dreams
I may be home for Christmas
If Hell week doesn’t take me
Please have snow and mistletoe
And a month of being carefree
Final’s week will find me
Where the stress is not extreme
I’ll be okay for Finals
Only in a dream
