You think its right; you think its wrong,
Who the hell cares, I m writing this song!!

Sitting back in this boring lecture,
Can hear him talk like a filthy creature,

He’s bald, he’s old
But I know he’s got knowledge of gold,

He comes at the crack of dawn,
And walks in class as he walks in his lawn,

Wearing shirt and trousers of arrow,
His nose is like pig, and voice of sparrow,

He taught us in 2nd, 3rd, and now 4th semester,
Oh, no more please , it’s already a cluster,

Half an hour left, to get over with this class,
But I already feel high on weed and grass,

For now I m finishing this song in hurry,
Cz I m hungry and I can smell some good curry! J

Goodbye sir, good bye for long,
Who the hell cares I m writing this song!!!!!



-karan :)