Mr. Profesor

Mr Profesor you're well educated I know
But some things that you quote to your youngsters has troubled me so
They're under your influence so hear my cry in the night
And if you go changin' the good kids we sent you be sure that you're right
On the subject of God if you have any doubts don't discuss 'em
For a teacher should teach and a preacher should preach
Not betrayin' the people that trust 'em
We sent you a good Christian boy and he knows right from wrong
Beware of the danger don't send us a stranger back home

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Now if you look down with a cynical frown on us workin' slobs
All I can see is the taxes we pay created your jobs
Don't turn our kids loose on the world with a messed up mind
Just help 'em learnin' not marchin' and burnin' and we'll like it fine
I've heard that you tell kids to run from the draft if they can
Well his dad didn't run and if he's daddy's son he'll handle his fate like a man
Don't build a wall between them and the people outside
For life's what it is make 'em men not a coward that runs and hides