I spotted a chemistry student
Entering the toilets the
other day
He washed his hands on
the way in
Which is always a dead
giveaway
I spotted a chemistry student
Entering the toilets the
other day
He washed his hands on
the way in
Which is always a dead
giveaway
“It’s only right that the state should pay”
“It’s society that
benefits” you will hear them say
The overburdened taxpayer
has other ideas
The student’s plight
is the least of his fears
“It’s them who benefit
at the end of the day
So why on earth
shouldn’t they pay their way?”
“It’s just so unfair
to students who are poor”
Say the students doing
medicine and law
It’s hard to
sympathise when you hear that
When it’s coming from the mouth of a spoilt brat
I feel as a conservative voter
I must apologize to
the young
Particularly those of
the middle class
Whose university
worries have really begun
As they now face an
uncertain future
For when their student
loans are spent
The cost of their
degrees will make them
Ever so very slightly
less affluent
Most of them missed an episode of countdown
Some left home halfway
through cash in the attic
What could have
stirred them from their apathy?
Something momentous
or, earth shatteringly dramatic
Well sadly nothing
noble or for the common good
It was just an excuse
for them to break the law
The Nett result is an
even greater burden on the public purse
Ensuring the next
generation will pay even more
Students should be applauded
We should stand and
raise our glasses
To applaud the lazy,
pretentious, self-absorbed wasters
For getting up off
their collective arses
At the end of the day
The teacher announces
“There is a test tomorrow
I will accept few excuses”
“Only a nuclear war,
Death or a serious injury
To yourself or one of
Your immediate family”
One smart ass inquired
By way of an interruption
“What if I’m suffering?
From total sexual exhaustion”
There was a lot of laughter
The teacher just smiled
Then she said to the student
“Write with your other hand”
I spotted a chemistry student
Entering the toilets, the other day
He washed his hands on the way in
Which is always a dead giveaway
I took a “year out” before going to Uni
And I got a job before you start to sneer
I got a job on the London Underground
And I call it my “Mind the Gap Year”
When you live on your own
You let your standards drop
You can even turn into a slob
When you start you cannot stop
But it’s your personnel hygiene
Which will suffer the most
And as for your washing habits
They are of nothing to boast
When you live on your own
Sinking so low you will confess
When your standards are low
Even using the spaghetti test
You can peel off your socks
And throw them at the wall
But you can wear them again
As long as they don’t stick at all