Some years ago a professor had come into our class
Saying he would have been with us till our last high school year
But now he's gone
He was the best, the nicest one
He had a bag and wore a shirt
But now he's gone
He was fifty-six when we first met him
And he lived till fifty-seven
(Since he has been called up to Heaven)
So now he's gone
Every single student he had was his greatest fan
He didn't smoke or drink: he was the best in everything
But now he's gone
How can we call him or feel him or remember him
When we have to say to him goodbye
Now he's gone
This is a song for him, to remember he lived with us
But now he won't come back at all
Because he's gone
This is our most precious farewell
To a teacher we won't forget
Simply because he was The Best