[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!

[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 [?]
We can do it all, instead he said (Prof #2) 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 [?]
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

Am 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 (prof 0) You guy, you, you won't soon be missed
(Prof) 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