There's a famous thoroughfare, I've heard collegiates say

I'm not referring to Piccadilly

It's not 42nd Street, it's not the Rue De La Paix

Nor is it Market Street in Philly

Ask most any college romeo

To complete your education you must go

Down the Old Ox road

Though you'll never find out where it is

By looking in maps

With a little investigation you'll discover perhaps

That this old tradition's not a place

But just a proposition called

The Old Ox Road

The Old Ox Road

Ox Road could be any romantic spot

A country highway or a moonlit yacht

It could be in the parlor when the lights are burning low

It could be in the movie in the very last row

Down the Old Ox Road

In the magic of the moonlight you are filled with delight

While the leaves that flutter o'er you

Whisper lover tonight

Why keep waiting and debating

When you know it's time for mating

On the Old Ox Road

On the Old Ox Road