I left the university and took the Gong-Man's pay.
For lenses carefully crafted in ways Newton’d understand.
The castings all were porous - but the lenses still went out.
The Berlin Wall has crumbled, we’re playing a different game.
To a factory down-under the spindles have been sold.
And if you want to see some OPTICS, then just look behind the bar.
It isn’t all the memories, but the friends that I’ve made here.