Sung to the tune of The Ants Go Marching
On my way to my math class,
Hurrah, hurrah.
I had some really awful gas,
Hurrah, hurrah!
I guess I never thought, perchance,
I'd differentiate my pants.
So I kept on marchin'
On
To the class
To advance
My degree dun dun dun. Dun dun dun dun.
But by the time I reached my desk,
Hurrah, hurrah.
I knew my gas was not a jest,
Hurrah, hurrah!
I stayed and tried to fight it off.
Upon my plight, the Fates would scoff.
'Cause I kept on marchin’
On
To the class
To advance
My degree dun dun dun. Dun dun dun dun.
The proofs were flyin' 'cross the board,
Hurrah, hurrah.
All I could think was "Oh Lord!"
Hurrah, hurrah!
My bung repeated what I knew,
That I must hasten to the loo.
I hoped my professor
Would un-
derstand,
And advance
My degree dun dun dun. Dun dun dun dun.
As I ran for the nearest stall,
Hurrah, hurrah.
The shit storm breached my anal wall.
Hurrah, hurrah!
I had to do the Walk O'Shame
And only found myself to blame.
I got in my car
For a pu-
trid ride home
all for
A degree?