The professor is buildingnSomething extraordinarynFrom the first signsnWell I knew he would hide it from menClang, clang, rattle, and buzznThere's a helicopter bladenAnd a bit of a trucknnHe's got no more quality timenTo be going on adventuresnSpending mornings on BlackheathnUsing a Ouija boardnOr finding hidden placesnThat had never been sought, I praynOrigami full of gracenThe professor is madnAnd he's working a feverish pacennDiabolical delicious thingsnSomething is badnAnd it's something within menn[Chorus]nDo you know?nDo you know?nWhat is he building in there?nGotta knownGotta seenWhat is he building in there?nGotta knownGotta benSomething destructively daringnDisastardly it's got the best of mennThe professor is buildingnAll kinds of devilish devicenWon't part with a singular bit of enlightenmentnBang, crash, glitter, and bugnThere's a phonographic needlenAnd a stereo heartnnHe's got no plans to make an announcementnNo preliminary sketchesnOr advice to impart in menOne ounce of jealousynFifty-seven gallons juvenile delinquencynnSuper supremacynI've gotta find an answernGotta fashion a skeleton keynDiabolical delicious deedsnSomething's badnAnd it's shrouded of secrecynn[Chorus]nn(There are really four dimensionsnThree, which we call the three planes of spacenAnd a fourthnTime)nnThe professor is buildingnSomething extraordinarynBehind barsnAnd a door he won't open for menKind words and the barrel of a gunnWill make him come to gripsnMake him face up to what he's donenn[Chorus: x2]