My Kind Of Town: An Empty College Town

The finals are graded, commencement’s completed, and traffic heading out of town has dissipated.

It’s that time of year when the students skip town, raising the population’s average age and dropping its average number of Tuesday night bar-goers. 

It’s a quiet and peaceful time in Happy Valley, but it just isn’t the same place it was a week ago. It can be expressed best through song:

“My Kind of College Town” (Or “Apologies to Frank Sinatra”)

Now this could only happen to a guy like me

And only happen in a town like S.C.

So may I say to each of you most gratefully

As I throw each one of you a kiss:

My kind of town.

State College is my kind of town.

State College is my kind of people, too;

People who’ve gone home from PSU,

And every time they go there,

State College has sidewalks bare.

State College is, without students, I’ve found

To be my kind of town.

My kind of town.

State College is my kind of town.

State College has my kind of peace abound

And it has not a soul around,

And until the students return

State College will be spurned.

State College is empty stores,

State College is line-free bars,

State College is one town that won’t let you down;

When the students are out of town.