My man Milton is the boss
He came thru without a loss

He went walkin' down the brewery
And said who in the world are you-er-y.

I'm a son of gonder, and my mind it likes to wander

Like my feet down in this cold cement, but it don't lament, i see a big event
the bands a gonna rock, don't stop, hip-hop, don't call a cop

people'll come to support the cause, and milton hawes
the laws they won't be broken; compassionate words will be spoken

'bout the source and the force, of course, lots of discourse
gonna help our friends in poverty with HIV -- and AIDS that TRADES -- on fear, not here

just good friends, a society of communicators
not supporters, not commuters - just some big word users 

got it all together worked in paint, didn't faint, worked in chalk didn't balk 
walked all over campus putting flyers up to chant us

it all came to a head they said the pirate lead
us through the day on sunday, a fun day, and now a done day.

Milton is the man, the STC can, made some money for the man, I'll be damned.