The poplar is on fire
The Dean is pissed again, as the smoke comes in
And the pieces laid out with pencil
With the band saw blade, we'll cut them down to size
Believe, Dean can joint this
Believe, I can joint this too
Why won't Dean tell me that class is almost over?
Why won't you tell Dean that you burnt your side piece?
And the drill holes, laid out like targets
With the deafening sound, we watched the drill go down
And my top piece, now useless scrap piece
Dean gave me 25 ground push aways
Believe, Dean can joint this
Believe, I can joint this too
Why won't Dean tell me that class is almost over?
Why won't you tell Dean that you burnt your side piece?
Why won't you realize how terribly unfunny this is
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