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THE LYRICS

Fresh out of grad school, Diploma in hand
Can't wait to get started, Got everything planned
My star's set to shine, But they sucked out my spine
I've got the untenured blues

I'm so disillusioned, I'm busting my balls
Chair's taking the credit, I'm taking the fall
My fate is a mystery, My sex life is history
I've got the untenured blues

I'm teaching on Friday, Saturday too
Eight AM Monday, But what can I do?
The students berate me, They say they all hate me
I've got the untenured blues

Caught in the crossfire, Of another turf war
Don't know who my friends are, Or what it's all for
Too late to react, Got a knife in my back
I've got the untenured blues

I'm covering colleagues, I'm doing their stats
They're getting the glory, I'm getting the shaft
Did all that I could, Supporting the deadwood
I've got the untenured blues

And that is my story, Don't want to sound crude
I worked hard for six years, And then I got screwed
They said that I stunk, Now I'm an adjunct
I've got the untenured blues
I've got the untenured blues

The Professors perform the UNTENURED BLUES at WOODROCK STUDIOS
Raritan, New Jersey, November 5, 2023
Sound recorded and mixed by Mike Scasserra. Videography by Mike Diebold.

Dennis Barbier - Saxophone; Gary Radford - Guitar; Marie Radford - Keyboards;
Meg Radford - Vocals; Nick Romanenko - Bass; Nick Kanderis - Drums; Jennifer Guardado - Vocals