When they
hand hand me my degree
When they hand me my degree
What a pleasure it will be
No-one then will feel like mocking
My brilliant, shimmering, bright blue
stockings
I’ll show them I’m my mother’s daughter
And that this is all that I have fought for
Just to take my rightful place
In among the human race
Everyone around will smile
And will recognize the miles
I’ve come
On that day, the sun will shine
And oh! What glory will be mine
Beneath those scholarly black robes
This girl’s legs will be like strobes
From any disco floor
Bright blue stockings – yes sirree!
With stripes of luminosity
Notwithstanding all the others
I will pass with flying colours!
