A New Woman
teachers strike out
we hate teachers and we want to be cool.
Teachers tell us off... they bore us too death at school.
Then we get in trouble and send us out and we look like a fool.
So we got a paint can full of grunge.
We left it beside the door on a stick to plunge.
The next class we went late and the teacher went to tell the head teacher Mrs Flu.
We covered her seat with super glue.
She didn't have a clue.
Then we went to the art room and got loads of paint which was dark blue.
We spilled it allover the floor.
The teacher never saw it and slipped and banged her head, she never knew what hap pended she was too zoned out to be sure.
The music one was harder then we had ever thought before.
So we waited until it was four.
We played some really load music and locked the door.
we rewound the tape and the teacher went to call the head teacher.
We heard the keys rattling so we left a tape of our performance and left it on, Claire jumped out of the window, with me and speacher.
The teachers opened the door and saw no people playing and never saw the tape on and it wasn't fused.
They never saw the CD player and were so confused.
The head teacher thought it was a prank.
So he fired Mrs Frank.
Cooking was so easy.
We left a hot bowl of water near her feet how peasy.
The English teacher well we hired lookalikes and non-English speakers so the teacher gave up and wasn't impressed.
They did P.E too and they thought they had to do it in a vest and pants like in primary school some weren't even dressed.
The teachers in science got well fed up with the broken things and got really stressed.
Soon every teacher went on strike.
The head teacher got on his bike.
We made a disco and had fun with the Mic.
And we sang school's out forever and the teachers are gone.
Even the never giving up Mr john.
We ripped his wig of his head.
so now he stays in bed.
His face is just too red.
For anything to be said.
School's gone now we can have fun.
No more pencils, no more books, work or anything just fun in the sun.
School's gone and took away the teachers.
Now we got no more preachers...
in R.E.
No more playing the games they set in P.E.
now we're in charge we can do what we wanna do.
So you can sue.
Teachers tell us off... they bore us too death at school.
Then we get in trouble and send us out and we look like a fool.
So we got a paint can full of grunge.
We left it beside the door on a stick to plunge.
The next class we went late and the teacher went to tell the head teacher Mrs Flu.
We covered her seat with super glue.
She didn't have a clue.
Then we went to the art room and got loads of paint which was dark blue.
We spilled it allover the floor.
The teacher never saw it and slipped and banged her head, she never knew what hap pended she was too zoned out to be sure.
The music one was harder then we had ever thought before.
So we waited until it was four.
We played some really load music and locked the door.
we rewound the tape and the teacher went to call the head teacher.
We heard the keys rattling so we left a tape of our performance and left it on, Claire jumped out of the window, with me and speacher.
The teachers opened the door and saw no people playing and never saw the tape on and it wasn't fused.
They never saw the CD player and were so confused.
The head teacher thought it was a prank.
So he fired Mrs Frank.
Cooking was so easy.
We left a hot bowl of water near her feet how peasy.
The English teacher well we hired lookalikes and non-English speakers so the teacher gave up and wasn't impressed.
They did P.E too and they thought they had to do it in a vest and pants like in primary school some weren't even dressed.
The teachers in science got well fed up with the broken things and got really stressed.
Soon every teacher went on strike.
The head teacher got on his bike.
We made a disco and had fun with the Mic.
And we sang school's out forever and the teachers are gone.
Even the never giving up Mr john.
We ripped his wig of his head.
so now he stays in bed.
His face is just too red.
For anything to be said.
School's gone now we can have fun.
No more pencils, no more books, work or anything just fun in the sun.
School's gone and took away the teachers.
Now we got no more preachers...
in R.E.
No more playing the games they set in P.E.
now we're in charge we can do what we wanna do.
So you can sue.
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