Me Don't Want Babes

me don't want babes
lotsa trouble that saves
the grapes are sour
and they get worse every hour
for them no more i crave

so me will become a sage
show arbit-rage
talk funny
and make some money
by putting junta in a haze

or i will be a young teacher
of abstinence i will be a preacher
my target segment i will bore
till they are sore to the core
and look like pitiful creatures

before death sweeps me off
i will become a grouchy prof
babes will be scared
of the courses i chaired
and i will have a hearty laugh

Then the river goddess will hav mercy
on the poor kids all in a frenzy
she will sweep me right off my feet
my end shall then be short and sweet