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HUQ HUQ Baby
Harvard! Ultimate! Quasar!
Dun dun dun dun dun dun dun
Dun dun dun dun dun dun dun dun, ding! (x2)
Huq huq baby!
Dun dun dun dun dun dun dun dun, ding!
Quasar, huq huq baby!
Dun dun dun dun dun dun dun dun, ding!
All right, stop. Collaborate and listen.
Quasar's here and we're totally bitchin'.
Disc. Grab a hold of it tightly.
Flow like a harpoon daily and nightly.
Will it ever stop, yo? Hell no!
Put up the huck and let's go.
To the extreme, we rock the game like a vandal.
Light up the field, we're so hot it's a scandal.
Score! Cause the spirit keeps tellin' me
Anything less than the best is a felony
Sky it or hoe it; you bet we can't wait.
We're so fucking psyched and we're prête á jouer.
If there's a threat, yo, we'll dissolve it.
Check out the game while Harvard revolves it.
Dun dun dun dun dun dun dun
Dun dun dun dun dun dun dun dun (x2)
Huq huq baby!
Baby Got Disc
I like big hucks and I cannot lie
You mother huckers can't deny
When a girl cuts in with an itty bitty fake and that point block in your
face, you get stung
Gonna score and stuff 'cuz you know that Quasar's buff.
Deep in the field she's tearing
So hot that you can't stop staring
Oh Quasar's gonna play witcha
Won't know what hitcha
We're not the same old story
'Cuz we cheer with rap and fight for glory
Ooo, watch that outside in
Check out the put she sends
Well, take me, fake me, 'cuz you know you'll never shake me
Put on the pressure
We want instant pleasure
A threat? You bet! Got it going like a turbo vette
We're skying other teams
We dump and then we swing
Take the red and black, put them in the stack,
You better watch last back.
So, ladies, YEAH? ladies, YEAH? gonna lay out for the huck? HELL YEAH!
So shake it, SHAKE IT, shake it, SHAKE IT, shake that Quasar butt!
Baby got disc!
Wake Me Up Before You Jojo
for Jordanna Schutz
You put the boom-boom into my heart
You send the disc sky high when you break the mark
You put the hot D into the game
With your great lay-outs you are bound for fame
But something's bugging us, something ain't right
We don't wanna say it's our last night
You've been here five years, won't you stay one more
You've been so giving, and we just wanna thank you for
Playing hard, and being Jojo
You will cut in and out like a yo-yo
First you give, and then you go go
I don't want to miss it when you jump and sky
Wake me up before you go-go
So you don't have to drive to Florida solo
She wants to be Asian, but oh no-no
Let's play some frisbee tonight
Don't wanna say goodbye!
Salt n' Pepa Medley
for Nina Glass, haw haw haw
She talks about sex, baby
She talks about it constantly
She talks about all positions and locations that may be
She talks about sex
She talks about sex
(Shoop)
Hey, yeah, she'll grab your boobs, baby
Boobs, boobs bay-oobs, boobs bay-oobs, boobs bay-oobs bay-oobs bay,
Boobs, boobs bay-oobs, boobs bay-oobs, boobs bay-oobs bay-oobs bay
Here she goes, here she cuts, here she throws again,
Girls, what's her weakness? Men!
Okay then, chillin', playin', minding my business
I swore I looked around on the first day of practice
I swear, I stared, my team's my witness
The girl she was a grabbing on my something,
Now she's
Naked, naked, sometimes bak-ed
She's not shy so she'd tell us if she faked it
(Whatta Man)
What a huck, what a break, what a cut, what a mighty good hand (haaandler)
What a huck, what a break, what a cut, what a mighty good hand (haaandler)
You so crazy, I think I wanna have yo baby
Copa Dichtela
for Laura Dichtel
Her name was Laura
She was our captain
With a brace upon her knee, so she couldn't play frisbee
So she would coach us, cheer from the sideline
Though she could not run very far, she would always be our star
Across a crowded field, we wish that she were healed
She was young and she had her surgery,
And her fate was sealed
Yes she was Laura, Laura we love you
You know that we are thinking of you
Oh, yes, Laura, she'll sky above you
She's filled with passion, yes she is our captain
She is Laura, Laura Dichtel
Her name was Kyna, she was her roommate
Yes the connection was so strong between Dichtel and Miz Fong
First as great poppers, then as great handlers
So when she tore her ACL, Kyna hurt herself as well
Oh how this year just flew, Laura we'll sure miss you
With your hucks and your high-release forehand
And how you go to
Repeat chorus
I Think I Love You
for Miriam Udler
I'm playing, and right in the middle of a good game
When all at once I look up, to hear the voice that's calling out my name
So with my cut I feign and then I tear right down the line
I know the disc is mine, 'cuz she cheers from the sideline
Miriam Udler! (Miriam Udler!)
This first game, I'm playing with this feeling
I didn't know how to deal with, and so I just decided to myself
I'd hide it to myself, and never talk about it
Until you came and shouted and then my spirit soared
Miriam Udler!
Miriam Udler, she makes me not afraid of
The throw that I'm not sure of
Her spirit is a cure for
Miriam Udler, isn't that what teams are made of
Though it worries me to say that she is going away
Miriam Udler!
The Fong Song
for Kyna Fong
Ooh, check out that handling
A huck, a break, a dump, a swing
She gives you puts just where you wish
With a look in her eye so devilish
Uh
She always cuts to the open spot
And she skies them all 'cuz she's so hot
Taking our team right to the top
'Cuz she is livin' la vida loca
She has dumps and a huck, huck, huck
Skies like what, what, what
Kyna move that butt, butt, butt
I think to sing it again
She has dumps and a huck, huck, huck
Skies like what, what, what
All year long
We love Kyna Fong
Baby, that Fong, f-Fong Fong Fong
Though she's only nineteen (da na da na)
She's hitting up the bar scene (da na da na)
You know that we're all keen (da na da na)
On Fong, f-Fong Fong Fong
We'll be sad when she goes (da na da na)
Hope she makes a lot of dough (da na da na)
Kyna we love you so (da na da na)
That Fong, f-Fong Fong Fong
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