COSI Battle Hymn

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Glory, Glory we must love it,
Glory, Glory we must love it,
Glory, Glory we must love it,
Or we wouldn't work for free!

Oh, My eyes have seen the glory of the COSI volunteer,
They've shouted over PA and they've shouted out our ears,
Beware my little snowy, it gets worse throughout the years,
But we go working on!

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I work down on the first floor with the chemicals and stuff,
We've blown up half the building, but we don't think that's enough,
Sitting in the office all day, it's getting kind of rough,
But we go working on!

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I work up on the second floor, amongst the dark and gloom,
They keep giving us exhibits, but we don't have any room,
And someone I don't know is dismantling the loom,
But we go working on!

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I work in the Planetarium with the electric night and day, Where we read from scripts that tell us what we're not supposed to say,
And my supervisor Geoff is trying to have me given away,
But we go working on!

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I work up on the third floor with a million stinking rats,
And the gates to Kidspace constantly pours forth their screaming brats,
We could solve the whole damn problem with an oozie and some cats,
But we go working on!

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I work up in Kidspace and this tale to you I bravely tell,
The kids make puddles in the bubbles and they cry and scream and yell,
They call it education but us workers call it hell,
But we go working on!

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I work out in L.S., where dinos aren't extinct,
WhoDunit's here for kids to try to find the missing link,
And Square Wheels is going to be here forever, I think,
But we go working on!

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I work in a big bubble, and it's big and white and round,
From Virtual Reality to Nuerons going round,
Toys & Games and Newton's Playground, S.O.S., it was hell,
But we go working on!

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I work COSI Camp-Ins, where we get no sleep at all,
Our nights consist of cleaning, counting, and bouncing off the wall,
I've made so many sick kits, that I feel I'm sick as well,
But we go working on!

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I've worked 1,000 hours, and I think my feet are dead,
I've eaten so much Wendy's that my hair is turning red,
And the only ones who are having fun are Mary, Mike, and Ted,
But we go working on!

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Parents bring their kids to COSI so they may misbehave,
But the parents aren't much better, for they yell and rant and rave,
There are two words for unpaid work, volunteer and slave,
But we go working on!

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I work down in the Disco Shop and my fingers get so sore
from counting all the stuff we have, it seems to be a bore
From the balls that look like earth to selling ice cream by the score