Gonna sing this song,
'bout a friend of mine,
he traded power,
for peace of mind,
you know he's gone, but I ain't worried,
he's sittin' on top of the world.
He got Sid Port's
big donation
so Grant Hall windows
let the sun shine in
You know he's gone...
He told things straight,
He didn't lie,
He pushed for women
In Natural Sci,
and now he's gone...
He fought to raise
our diversity,
he got the White Sox,
through the World Series,
you know he's gone...
He worked for studies,
inter-disciplined,
including
Asian-American,
and now he's gone,...
Ain't got no suits,
Ain't got not ties,
Just got his roaches,
Anesthetized,
Because he's gone...
We'll miss his cool,
We'll miss his smile,
We'll send him memos,
That he can file,
Because he's gone, but I ain't worried,
he's sittin' on top of the world.