One Too Many

[Verse 1]
I had a hundred things that I'd got to do
Dropping LP's to get a hot review
But I was sleeping on stage, got the sloppiest moves
I was rotten, in days I'd not got to snooze

It's a problem, I'm dizzy, I've got the blues
What to do? I'm to busy, can't stop to choose!
Now, my prophligator engine is a possible route
It needs a polish and repair but I've got the tools

Trow in a posh pith and some proper shoes
Parts of a pocket watch and a little glob of glue
Pull some knobs, power up, not got a lot to lose
In a flash, prof two, what astronomic views!

He even looks the same as me
(Prof #2) How do you do?
(Prof) I'm you!
(Prof #2) You're me?
(Prof) There's no stopping you!
(Prof #2) No stopping me?
(Prof) Come on, you, we've got a lot to do!
(Prof #2) Oh okay, lovely

[Chorus]
There was just one professor, made a couple more professors
Then they doubled the professors, now there's hundreds everywhere
And everyone wants to make a new one, steady
This might just be one professor too many!

There was just one professor, made a couple more professors
Then they doubled the professors, now there's hundreds everywhere
And everyone wants to make a new one, steady
This might just be one professor too many!

[Verse 2]
Being me can be a burden that many don't know
Getting to every show with the heaviest load
But now there's two to flow with intelligent prose
We can do it all, instead he said No!

You're too big headed, always ready to crow
I will obey you everywhen and whatever you know
I know and my machine is remeasured to grow
A hundred new professors already in rows!

(Prof) My god, a hundred mes, I'd have never said so
But they're all here to see, fresh as a lemony grow
From my legendary knees to my plentiful nose
They're identical, but then again you never know

The machine's overloaded, It's already going to blow
What a lot of scruffy sods, stop stepping on my toes
And breaking my inventions, then messing up my shows
And rioting and wrestling already come to blows!

[Chorus]
There was just one professor, made a couple more professors
Then they doubled the professors, now there's hundreds everywhere
And everyone wants to make a new one, steady
This might just be one professor too many!

There was just one professor, made a couple more professors
Then they doubled the professors, now there's hundreds everywhere
And everyone wants to make a new one, steady
This might just be one professor too many!

[Verse 3]
I feel as exposed as a nudist's hip
I've got a plan, time to go through with it
See, making the best me left me bruised a bit
What we need to see is an imperfect duplicate

An imperfect me, profit me my lucid bits
Who never gets it wrong, who wears a suit that fits
Hello professor zero! (Prof #0) Oh, you stupid twit
I can't believe my creator's such a foolish git

You goon, get my all on this unusual list
By elemental reconnector we'll conclude this bit
(Prof) I get my duplicate tools and my glueing bit
Now here's rue, but i'll do it to get through this twit

He creates a huge rave that blooms through the mist
Shoots a professor, now they don't exist
He points at me Goodbye you, you won't soon be missed
There's a boom, a backfire, and my duplicate!

[Outro]
When he shoots through the roof, all I had to do was this:
Retune his ray gun with my foolishness
You see, over eager egos is a proven risk
And perfection is a myth, be glad that you exist