Intro: (like Gandalf)
You... shall not.... pass!
They call him the professor of death...

Verse 1: _Knew there was gunna be trou-
ble when I walked in late on the first day,
_no syllabus no difference I figured it would be okay.
Dude looked like he was Snape, full of hate, on his
worst day, is it too late to drop this class _today?
Did I mention the retention rates weren’t great?
_It’s like detention when I listen can I get another
Spring Break? Boring in the worst way, so lame,
take me to another place, maybe I can stay awake.

Treated every student like a mutant spewing fluids and be-
littled any truant who would dare to question methods tested
Desperate as we shuddered as he spat commands right at us, splattered
all of us with nastiness his soul so full of arrogance.
Rumors of his malice from the eldest of the classes told us
all about the terror anytime we made an error we could
hear his nasty laughter cast about forever after...
you shall not pass!

Chorus:
_They call him the professor of death. Imagine
Ben Stein, unkind, with every breath, examines
ev-e- ry assignment handin out all the F’s and sayin....
You_shall_not_pass...
_They call him the professor of death. You know he’s
laughin when you’re failing or when you’re in distress, he’ll take your
money like it’s funny to retake all your tests, while sayin...
You_shall_not_pass...




Verse 2: Please tell me what can I do?
_Need this credit or they’ll never let me graduate.
_Need the lecture, but detect he’s still so irate!
_Need to stare at the projector pictures till I am an
expert on the vector operations as it all relates to
physics. Is it just me, or is he discussing,
things, that were never in the reading? Help me!
_Gotta make it through this list, before he no-
tic-es, I didn’t buy the stuff on his book list!

Fearing every session, every lesson, every test and when I
hear his voice I’m cringin as in fetal position... Need a
save point or a way point or Cortana as a guide through all the
drama. As a teacher he’s a juxtaposition! I
know he’s an instructor but destructive when conducting the
discussions he’s so fussy, yelling, “stop the laughter!”
Know I’m gunna fail now, grant money’s running out.
Hear it now...
You_shall_not_pass!