Lyrics

Smooth cats like him take out their teeth just for a laugh
but at his age it’s been too much.
The debonairest of the scientists by half --
he’ll find a way to keep in touch.

he’s the Professor
we’re feeling lesser without him
but we’re not without him,

Pretending to watch the TV, we’d make fun
of all the others hanging here.
Of course I knew once I was gone, I’d become
the next lame target of his sneer.

he’s the Professor
we’re feeling lesser without him
but we’re not without him.

That lucky bastard, he’s not here anymore;
he’s in a place with far less shame.
He’ll never have to live through a Bush league war
or sue Matt Groening for his name.

he’s the Professor
we’re feeling lesser without him
but we’re not without him.
Good thing we’re not without him.

-- Dolph Chaney, 18th January 2003, 9:39pm