A Course with No Name (by Tom Roeder) [to the tune of "A Horse with No Name" by America] On the first September morning I was looking at all the life There were Arts and Eng and Comp Sci things There were diagrams and rings The first thing I met was our prof on a buzz And this guy with no account The class was hot and the book was dry But the room was full of sound CHORUS: I've been an Assistant for a Course with no name It felt good to get out of the game An Assistant: you can't remember your name, 'cause there ain't no-one who don't give you no pain After two weeks in the course we run My style began to degrade After three weeks of my teaching fun I was reading a poster displayed And the story it told about a student of old Made me sad to think he had said "You know [CHORUS]" After nine weeks I let the course run free 'cause the class had turned on me There were Arts and Eng and Comp Sci things There were diagrams and rings. Cornell is a city with its life in the halls And a perfect disguise above. Far a way lies a world with a life in the malls But the people will give no love You see [CHORUS]