Words: Bridget Spitznagel
Music: All of the Filkers are Singing / Banks of Sicily / Farewell to the Creeks
The roofers were doing their thing on Wean Hall Through accident one let a propane tank fall The tar caught on fire, someone put in the call, But Wean's alarm system's deceiving. "Say, what's that? I thought I heard something, A faint sort of bell, like you'd put on a cow." "I don't hear a thing, I think you imagined it. None of the others are leaving." When real alarms go off there there isn't a doubt, The sound is so piercing it drives people out. But Wean's alarm system is lacking the clout It takes to get people believing. (Chorus) It's not only that the alarm's a bit soft: It rings for a minute and then it turns off We've said it's a problem but they only scoffed, And scheduled a fire drill that evening (Chorus)
Background: Like the song says. Wean Hall is one of the buildings at CMU. (It is the weird concrete one.) There was a bit of a roof fire recently, and a not-entirely-successful attempt was made to evacuate Wean and the adjoining building. Students have been lobbying for a better alarm system for these two buildings, for some time now.
Phrasing of the chorus, in lieu of actual musical notation:
Say what's . . that . I thought I heard something
A faint sort of bell like you'd put on a cow
I don't hear . a thing . I think you imagined it
None of the others are le-e-eaving
Legal frufru: Lyrics © 1997, Bridget Spitznagel. Permission granted for private noncommercial use and reproduction of these lyrics, provided that this copyright notice remains intact. Other uses are negotiable.