Teacher, I'll Dis You

I was sitting in the classroom
Trying to look intelligent
In case the teacher looked at me
She was angry, she was mean
She's middle-aged, it seems
And that lady means war just to bust me

It's a natural gas explosion
Ripping up my homework
With a scalpol stolen from A9
She's always looking
To see what we're 'cooking'
And she can't hope to keep the classroom sane

Oh teacher, you don't know, all the things we tried
You must be so deaf or you'd be driven wild
I'd like some education instead of what you do
Watch me get the chemicals out and say
Teacher I, teacher I, teacher I, Teacher I'll dis you

I went and 'posted' a 'letter'
Stuck a knife in the ceiling
Just to get a VC scene
I'd focus my attention
If only I got some education
In connection with the things we need (to learn)

So I'm sitting in the classroom
Peds looking like a zombie
I'm waiting for the bell to ring
I've got lesson minutes countdowns
I've got WilMan's letter that says:
"...Biology doesn't mean a doggone thing..."

I was sitting in the classroom
Trying to look intelligent
In case the teacher looked at me
She was long and she was lean
She's a middle-aged dream
And that lady means the whole world to me

It's a natural achievement
Conquering my homework
With her image pounding in my brain
She's an inspiration
For my graduation
And she helps to keep the classroom sane

Oh teacher I need you like a little child
You got something in you to drive a schoolboy wild
You give me education in the lovesick blues
Help me get straight come out and say
Teacher I, teacher I, teacher I, Teacher I need you

I have to write a letter
Tell about my feelings
Just to let her know the scene
Focus my attention
On some further education
In connection with the birdies and the bees

So I'm sitting in the classroom
I'm looking like a zombie
I'm waiting for the bell to ring
I've got John Wayne stances
I've got Erroll Flynn advances
And it doesn't mean a doggone thing