In the summertime

Management has cut my pay
Left me on a lower grade
Teaching on this sunny afternoon
And I can’t do research
Stone has left me in the lurch
Teaching on a sunny afternoon

Save me, save me, from the SMT
I’ve got a big Clarissa trying to sack me
And the job drags on unpleasantly
Kingston is in penury
Dying on this sunny afternoon
In the summertime
In the summertime

My students’ feedback forms are in
Although attendance rates are thin
Telling tales of tedium and truancy
Now I’m all at sea
Sipping at my Picton tea
Teaching on a sunny afternoon

Help me, help me, help me change career
There are no good reasons why I’m staying here
I would love to live so pleasantly
But Kingston is just drudgery
Wretched on a sunny afternoon
In the summertime
In the summertime

[With acknowledgements again to the Kinks and Danny Boy ]

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