Welcome to Middlebury, Where the Flannel is Fly, the Chicks Play Quidditch, and the Lax Bros Rock To

by 11 years ago

Via our friends at Lacrosse All Stars and Lacrosse Playground comes “Midd Kidd,” a new song by The Allen Jokers, off the album “Swag and Bag.” Apparently, it says everything you ever wanted to know about Middlebury.

Lyrics are after the jump, courtesy Midd-blog.com.

1st VerseYo I roll up to the mill with my flannel on

and from the lawn I can see that the partys on

I see chips and dips (they got cheeses right?)

Hell yea, Vermont Chedder, its purple Jesus night

I see my boys in the back, DJ spinnin the track,

hes with some b*tches talkin smack that the tavern was whack

Its the mill yo, and thats what I told ya

cause here we all Gs throwin free granola

Im checkin out the honeys and I spy me a winner

she got Carhart overalls, stained with dinner

I weave through the crowd man I wish I were drunker

but Pub Safe rolls in, so I hit up the bunker


Im a Midd Kid, I swing my nalgene low

Go Green on the side, sippin H20

Im a Midd Kid, I roll my jeans up high

with my Teva strap tight and my flannel so fly

2nd Verse

Im a Midd Kid yo and Im livin it up

but I got too much work so Im Libin it up

Dont get me wrong man I do what I please

feelin great cause I am and I gotta succeed

Lookin at my macbook, scopin the scene

Im catchin eyes from this cute little library queen

Im gettin up yo, but I gotta be patient

just wait till I see her at the printing station,

When I work I wear my sunday best

tight ripped jeans and corduroy vest

napsack with some 3 by 5s

I stack books the pound, work a day at a time

Cause Im a Midd Kid, gonna ace the test

and theres no time to rest, no time to stress

I best hit up McCullough when its over and done

grab a fresh Odwalla cause Im on the run

Im a Midd Kid


3rd Verse

Im flyin on the pitch as I catch the snitch

and if you dont play Quidditch, then youre a b*tch

Yo I rock 22s on my Nimbus 3000

and fresh new shoes when Im hikin a mountain

Keepers by the hoops, fliers in step

got my shorts real high, show my Hufflepuff rep

I got you by a step misjudgin my pass

look me in the eye and Ill bludgeon your ass

I score 300 points to your 76

spitting fresh game at the Quidditch chicks (heey)

so dont cross me b*tch, Ill just chuckle as you struggle

cause Im a Midd Kid, and youre just a f*cking muggle (censored)


This ones for the girls, and Midd Kids all over the world

swinging your nalgene low (h20)

Now look at that bro, check out his flow


-Key change- (Lax Bro chorus)

Cause Im a lax bro, eh yo I flow in my Polo,

with Natty from a Solo yo, no homo

Im a lax bro, I shred threads on the reg

all the hos should beg, so b*tch pump my keg

Cause Im a lax bro

4th Verse

Im a lax bro yo North Face Denali,

rockin Rainbow Sands, wearin Abercrombie

I got 38 visors, a Brine Lacrosse net,

matchin popped collars in my walk in closet

I give my girl gift cards from Tiffany

I got b*tches on the horn like Im runnin a symphony

Watchu know about a female (Youre sperrys are retail)

I get in box like gmail

RL, Brooks, Dave Matthews tees

Mickey Ds double cheese man Im smashin these

My polo shirt I untuck it, playin ruit I reign buckets

if I aint rippin twine Im sailin to Nantucket

Cause hes a lax bro and Im a laxtitute,

and I dont really care if hes about to boot

hes got a Top Gun pinney and hell pass with that,

Oh my god look at his backwards hat

(Lax Bro Chorus)

Atw*ter Dining Hall.. Rest in peace


Music by Sam Robinson

Lyrics by Sam Robinson, Doug Robinson, Colin Meany

Additional singers include Phil Gordon, Andrew Plumley, Alyssa Limperis “