My eyes have seen the glory of the burning of the school
We have tortured ev’ry teacher and we’ve broken ev’ry rule
We have bound and gagged the principal and tossed him in the pool
Our gang is marching on!
Glory, Glory, Hallelujah!
Teacher hit me with a ruler
I met her at the door with a loaded .44
And my teacher don’t teach no more!
God, bless my underwear
My only pair.
Stand beside them,
And guide them,
As they sit in a heap by the chair.
From the washer,
To the clothesline,
To my dresser drawer,
To my rear!
There’s a place in France
Where the naked ladies dance
There’s a hole in the wall
Where the man can see it all
But the men don’t care
'Cause they chew their underwear
Oh can you do the Can Can?
If you can then I can
I can Can Can if you Can Can
Can you Can Can?
Now, Shop Rite does the can can
Selling lots of brands of everything in “Cans”. Cans!
Today, it’s great to save some cash
So go to ShopRite’s Can Can Bash
From can to can to can to can
You’ll save much more on ev’ry brand
You’ll save much more on every brand
Now’s the time to go ShopRite’s Can Can Bash
Now it’s time to stock up all the values last.
The Can Can sale, you’ll save so much From spinach to asparagus!
The Can Can sale, you save much more
It’s only at your ShopRite Store.
It’s only at your ShopRite Store.
Now’s the time to ShopRite ShopRite’s Can Can Bash
Now it’s time to stock up all the values last.
Ooo, la la.
And here in my heart
Where no one else will ever be
We’ve made it so far
So lock the door and throw away the key
Save all your love
Save your love for me
When I’m alone at night
You’re all I see
And being apart
Ain’t easy on this love affair
Two strangers learn to fall in love again
I get the joy of rediscovering you
Oh, girl, you stand by me
I’m forever yours
Faithfully
So darling, darling
Stand by me, oh stand by me
Oh stand, stand by me
Stand by me
All the times
When we were close
I’ll remember these things the most
I see all my dreams come tumbling down
I won’t be happy without you around
So all alone I keep the wolves at bay
There is only one thing that I can say
Did you stand by me
No, not at all
Did you stand by me
No way
Saw my picture in the paper
Read the news around my face
And some people don’t want to
Treat me the same
When the walls come tumblin’ down
When the walls come crumblin’ crumblin’
When the walls come tumblin’ tumblin’ down
Yeah yeah yeah
We don’t need no education
We don’t need no thought control
No dark sarcasm in the classroom
Teacher live them kids alone
Hey! Teacher! Leave them kids alone
All in all you’re just another brick in the wall
I think of all the education that I missed
But then my homework was never quite like this!
Got it bad, got it bad, got it bad
I’m hot for teacher
I got it bad, so bad
I’m hot for teacher
So I took a journey,
threw my world into the sea.
With me went the teacher
who found fun instead of me.
On top of spaghetti
All covered with cheeze
I saw my poor teacher
Face down in the mud
[Ehh mixed metaphors and such, so sue me-trying to remember this crud 40 years after the fact…]
School Days, School Days,
Dear old golden rule days.
Readin’ and writin’ and 'rithmatic,
Taught to the tune of a hickory stick.
On top of spaghetti, all covered with cheese
I lost my poor meatball when somebody sneezed
It rolled off the table, and on to the floor
And then my poor meatball rolled straight out the door
It rolled in the garden, and under a bush
And then my poor meatball was nothing but mush
The mush was as tasty, as tasty could be
And then the next summer, it grew into a tree
The tree was all covered, all covered with moss
And on it grew meatballs and tomato sauce
So if you eat spaghetti, all covered with cheese
Hold on to your meatball whenever you sneeze!
…mostly typed from memory. 
Eat it, eat it, eat it, eat it
If it’s gettin’ cold, reheat it
Have a big dinner, have a light snack
If you don’t like it, you can’t send it back
Just eat it, eat it, eat it, eat it
Let’s have another cup of coffee,
and let’s have another piece of pie.
I’m sitting on the corner feeling glad
Got no money coming in but I can’t be sad
That was the best cup of coffee I ever had
And I won’t worry about a thing
Because we’ve got it made
Here on the inside, outside so far away
I am waiting
At the counter
For the man
To pour the coffee
And he fills it
Only halfway
And before
I even argue