There is unrest on the campus
There is trouble in the air
For the students want more parking
And the profs just won't be fair

The students keep coming in late
'Cause they just can't find a place
They say "The profs are just too tenured
And they take up all the space!"
But the profs can't really help it
If they like parking in the shade
"And if it rains, well, all those students
Are just going to have to wade!"

There is trouble on the campus
The rent-a-cops all have fled
As students circulate petitions
And proposals to be read

Then they formed a student union
And demanded to be heard
"That Ivory Tower's just too distant
We will make them send us word!"
Now there's no more parking problem
For they all have been outbid
And the good spots all have gone to
The Administration's kids!