Yeah, I got the blues, babe
Got them old burnin' Dean blues
I said yeah, I got the blues, babe
Got them ol' blazin' Dean blues
A burnin' Dean of Arts, babe
Ain't quite something I would choose, oh no...
Well, it was at a demonstration, babe
Out there, behind the line
It was at the big, bad demo babe
He was there to police that line
He kicked a burnin' tyre, babe
That sure ain't no Dean of mine, oh no...
Well, his pants, they caught on fire, babe
Caught on fire, right from his shoes
Yes, his pants, they were on fire, babe
Fire comin' up, from off his shoes
Well, he ran around there, screamin', babe
Ain't got no brain left to lose, oh no...(ain't no Dean o' mine)
Well, they knocked him to the ground now, babe
Knocked him down, and that's no lie
They knocked him to the ground, babe
Put him out, while there he lie
And all that dean could do, babe
Was hold his head and cry, oh yeah....
Well, he weren't no Dean of mine, babe
No Dean of Science would kick that tyre
Yeah, he ain't no Dean of Science, babe
Our guy wouldn't kick no tyre
He'd be sittin' in his office, babe
Watchin' out over that pyre...yeah, man...
An original composition.
*Inspired by the newspaper photograph, from sometime in the early 1990s, of a University of Cape Town Dean of Arts with his pants on fire, running across a carpark, during a staff/student strike.
Copyright EP Rybicki, April 1999.