The coffee’s cold, the red pen’s dry
I’ve read twelve ways that Caesar's died
The margins bleed, the comments crawl
But I can see the end of all.
I’ve checked the facts, I’ve marked the prose
I’ve circled every “their” and “those”
The final stack is getting thin
And brother, I can sense the win
Nine o’clock’s alright for sleeping
Nine o’clock’s alright, alright, alright!
Got the last one graded, no more weeping
Shut that laptop, kill the light
I don’t need no midnight creeping
I don’t need another bite
Nine o’clock’s alright for sleeping
Am I'm turning out the light!
Nine o'clock, Nine o'clock, Nine o'clock,
Nine o'clock, Nine o'clock',
Nine o’clock’s alright for sleeping
Nine o’clock’s alright, alright, alright!
Every paper’s done, I’m keeping
My appointment with the night
Pull the covers, stop the grading
Everything is judged just right
Nine o’clock’s alright for sleeping
And I’m turning out the light!
Ohhhhh—
No more essays!
No more footnotes!
No comments left to write!
I beat the stack, I beat the clock
I'm bed by nine toniiiiight!