I walked into a physics class
And then did something big
I turned and left that classroom
Cause I was taking Trig
I saw a celebration
And I would have been delighted
To taste what they were serving
But I hadn’t been invited
A cashier gave me too much change
And even though I’m thrifty
I pointed out I paid her
With a twenty, not a fifty
I play a lot of money golf
With that old duffer Timmy
And rarely, rarely, rarely
Will I ever take a “gimme”
If I knew your darkest secrets
I swear, I wouldn’t besmirch you
And with all that, I’d never claim
To be the Prince of Virtue
But if included in a chat
Where bombing raids were planned
Believe me when I tell you
I’d say, “Stop” and raise my hand
They say it was an accident
And who am I to tell you
But if you think that’s all there is
I have a bridge to sell you
Let me tell you something
And I’ll tell it to you gently
Nothing in the capital
Happens accidently
Let this be a lesson
When you’re planning an attack
Identify the target
But you’d better watch your back
