The Pa**ing Strange - Professor Edwards lyrics

Every morning cla**es, every evening ma**es of papers to inspect. Professor Edwards sitting at his desk alone, Has the light really shown? Oh, tell me, if you will, Do you really get a thrill from Dickinson's poems? Every work day teaching, every off day reaching For knowledge yet neglected. Professor Edwards, living in his little zone, Has his books set the tone. Oh, tell me, if you can, Do you really understand conditions at hand? Professor Edwards, he'll never let you down, His widely read words achieving world renown. Always find him speeding, never find him needing the least of time for leisure, yeah Professor Edwards, working long into the night, planning lectures all despite a meeting the next day. No, he'll never make excuses for staying away. Professor Edwards, he'll never let you down His widely read words achieving world renown.