Down the old ox road

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 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 on 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 parlour when the lights are burning low
It could be in the movies, 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
Down the Old Ox Road, the Old Ox Road