Mr. P, Professor of Thought

In a gothic castle, part of the university
Professing what he thought he knew was our man Mr. P
Responsible in tweed and wool
He took good care to wash his hair

All his pupils loved him
But more so than all the rest
Gloria went out of her way to prove she was the best
She found him just oblivious
He taught all day, then left to go home far away

Oh, Mr. P, profess to me!
Oh, Mr. P, profess to me!
Oh, Mr. P, profess to me!
Oh, Mr. P, profess to me!



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Writer(s): Deidre Muro, Paul Hammer
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