Yes, I've posted this before, but that was ages ago. And it seems unavoidably appropriate today, since I have this week been enticed back (for the first time in about 15 years) to a full-scale reunion of my disreputable Oxford contemporaries. Back in our undergraduate days, I imagine we used to think the rotund and ruddy-faced forty- and fifty-somethings who would mob the College Boathouse at the end of the Eights Week rowing festival - downing pints of Pimm's one after another and reminiscing loudly about the "good old days" - were rather sad old farts. Now, that is US. Oh dear.
Take it away, Tom.
[This is the live version from An Evening Wasted With Tom Lehrer. The studio recording can be found here.]