On a warm summer's eve
In a library filled with people
I met up with a student;
We were both too tired to sleep
So we took turns in staring
At our notes in tired silence
Til boredom overtook us
And he began to speak
He said, "Dude, I've passed exams
By skipping all my classes
And stealing notes from classmates
Whene'er they turned away
So if you don't mind me saying
I can see you're sick of working.
If you let me read your Ling notes,
I can help you pass today."
So I handed him my notebook
And let him take a long look
Then he took my pencil
And asked me for some lead.
And the night got deathly quiet
And his face lost all expression
Said, "If you're going to study those notes,
Then boy, you'll soon be dead.
(Chorus)
Don't need to know what you're needing
Or what you're reading,
Just know who to ask for notes,
Know who is bright.
You never start your reading
The night before you're writing
There is time to finish tomorrow;
Just go and sleep tonight."
So when he'd finished speaking
He handed back my Ling notes,
Gave back my pencil
And headed off to bed
And somewhere in the darkness
I gave up on my reading
But that final bit of advice
Bounced around my head
(Chorus)
This picture just seemed appropriate. :P
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