In Earley Gate  a student plots another coloured graph
On a printer he's had the pleasure to know
Then he realises that he's picked the wrong
aspect ratio

On the corner is a BP with a cash machine
The thirsty postdocs use it Fridays without fail
They have to queue and it's a pain
In the pouring rain...
Very strange

Earley Gate  is in my ears and in my eyes
There beneath the blue and contrailled skies
I sit, and meanwhile back

In Earley Gate  there is I.T. Neil with a coffee cup
And in his pocket is a portrait of the dean.
So we all know where he's been
He's been fixing Sheen

In summer, meanwhile back
Behind the shelter in the middle of the coffee room
A peaky Dan is selling chocolate from a tray
And though we moan if they're not fairtrade
We buy them anyway

In Earley Gate  the students miss another seminar
Their excuses Almost always the same
Then the firealarm sends us out
To the pouring rain...
What a pain!

Earley Gate  is in my ears and in my eyes
There within the Tuns on Friday night
they sit, and meanwhile back
Earley Gate  is in my ears and in my eyes
There beneath the blue East Berkshire skies...
Earley Gate

Curtis Wood