Blindfold Bunny Baby has ripped off Nickelback something rotten and written y'all some lyrics.
>The PI Song.
>If you don’t know the tune, listen to the radio for 10 minutes until ‘Rock Star’ comes on
>
>I'm through with submitting data
>Where it'll never get in
>It's like the bottom of the pile
>And I'm never gonna win
>This life hasn't turned out
>Quite the way I want it to be
>(Tell me what you want)
>
>I want a paper in Cell
>And not in the bin
>And an office I can play baseball in
>And a king size lab big enough
>For ten plus me
>(Yeah, so tell what you need)
>
>I'll need a.. a brand new grant that's got no limit
>And a big office with a sofa in it
>Gonna work on my laptop
>At thirty-seven thousand feet
>--(Been there done that)--
>
>I want a new PC full of old results
>And a reputation my students built
>Somewhere between Einstein and
>Darwin is fine for me
>(So how you gonna do it?)
>
>I'm gonna trade this life for fortune and rest
>I won’t cut my hair or change my vest
>
>[CHORUS]
>'Cause we all just wanna be big PIs
>And live in hilltop houses, driving GTIs
>Postdocs come easy and students come cheap
>They all stay skinny 'cause they just can't eat
>And we'll hang out in the conference bar
>With the organizers knowing who we are
>Every washed-up postdocs’s
>Gonna wind up there
>Every naïve student
>With their bleach blonde hair
>And well...
>
>Hey, hey, I wanna be a PI
>Hey, hey, I wanna be a PI
>
>I wanna be great like Watson without the race-row
>Hire eight secretaries that love to lose your CV
>Give a couple of seminars
>So I can eat my meals for free
>(I'll have the quesadilla, ha ha)
>
>I'm gonna dress my ass
>With the latest tweed
>Get a voice that makes your ears bleed
>Gonna date an ex-student that loves to
>Write my papers for me
>
>(So how you gonna do it?)
>
>I'm gonna trade this life for fortune and rest
>I'd won’t cut my hair or change my vest
>
>'Cause we all just wanna be big PIs
>And live in hilltop houses, driving GTIs
>Postdocs come easy and students come cheap
>They all stay skinny 'cause they just can't eat
>And we'll hang out in the conference bar
>With the organizers knowing who we are
>Every washed-up postdocs’s
>Gonna wind up there
>Every naïve student
>With their bleach blonde hair
>And well...
>
>And we'll hide out in the senior rooms
>With the latest dictionary of
>Science Who's Who
>Students get you anything
>with that evil smile
>All your postdocs got
>Sigma on speed dial, well
>Hey, hey, I wanna be a PI
>
>I'm gonna write you memos
>That offend the censors
>Make you pop your pills
>From a Pez dispenser
>
>Get desperate postdocs doing all my teaching
>Get my tenure while they do my preaching
>
>'Cause we all just wanna be big PIs
>And live in hilltop houses, driving GTIs
>Postdocs come easy and students come cheap
>They all stay skinny 'cause they just can't eat
>And we'll hang out in the conference bar
>With the organizers knowing who we are
>Every washed-up postdocs’s
>Gonna wind up there
>Every naïve student
>With their bleach blonde hair
>
>And we'll hide out in the senior rooms
>With the latest dictionary of
>Science Who's Who
>Students get you anything
>with that evil smile
>All your postdocs got
>Sigma on speed dial, well
>
>Hey, hey, I wanna be a PI
>Hey, hey, I wanna be a PI
Update: Blindfold baby Bunny has found a related post HERE.
posted by Martin @ 2:32 PM
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