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John Browne's body has at last begun to rot
He was murdered by a student who completely lost the plot
They finally went off their tree and hurt him quite a lot
Just to stop him droning on...
They started with a blunted spoon, then went in with a knife
There wasn't very much of him to send home to his wife
They're sitting in a prison cell for twenty years to life
But they stopped him droning on...
Chorus:
Glory, glory haleluljah
Glory, glory haleluljah
It took them quite a while to erase the manic smile
'Cos they'd stopped him droning on
The background For Those Who Came In Late, as the Phantom comics say... John Browne was a lecturer at the TAFE college where I studied for a year back in 1998. He wasn't a particularly good lecturer, and he wasn't entertaining to listen to.