Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Mixer At Delta Chi , by - Stephen Lynch. Song from the album The Craig Machine, in the genre Release date: 04.10.2005
Record label: Stephen Lynch
Song language: English
Mixer At Delta Chi |
| It’s college time again, |
| September’s almost here. |
| Hangin' with freshmen girls, |
| Frat party kegs of beer. |
| I see a girl I’m wantin', |
| Mixer at Delta Chi. |
| We take some oxycontin, |
| Dave Matthews gettin' high. |
| And then, as I undress her |
| And start my stimulus, |
| She says, «But wait… Professor, |
| This wasn’t on the syllabus!» |
| I’m the bad professor. |
| I’m the bad professor. |
| A tenured titty caresser, |
| I’m a bad, bad man. |
| Tutor her at my apartment, |
| Turns into a slow dance. |
| Hey, baby, what’s your minor? |
| Got your major in my pants! |
| I love her student body, |
| She wants a better grade, |
| I say if you roll over, |
| I’ll throw in financial aid! |
| I hope you’ve boned up for your midterm. |
| If you want, I can help you cram. |
| Don’t give a shit about the essay test, |
| So let’s skip it and get to the oral exam! |
| I’m a bad professor. |
| (That's a blow job reference.) |
| I’m a bad professor. |
| Your money’s on the dresser. |
| I’m a bad, bad… man. |