Traditional Music/Volksmuziek/Wereldmuziek
Traditional Music/Volksmuziek/Wereldmuziek - The Burning Of The School lyrics
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Mine eyes have seen the glory of the burning of the school We have tortured ev'ry teacher; we have 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 the teacher don't teach no more! Hieronder een andere versie: My eyes have seen the glory of the burning of the school We've tortured every teacher, we've broken every rule We are marching to the office, to shoot the Principal Us kids are marching on Glory glory hallelujah Teacher hit me with a ruler I shot her through the floor with a loaded 44 Now teacher don't teach no more We pelted all the recess aides with bouncy rubber balls And took three cans of gasoline with which we decked the halls And they we played with matches and set fire to them all Our school is burning down We hacked the school computer and erased our failing grades We slashed at all the spelling books with rusty razor blades And threw all that was left onto the bonfire that we made Our school is burning down The records that they had on us were only dirty lies We never made explosives from the janitor’s supplies At least not til this morning, now imagine their surprise! Our school is burning down The fire alarms are blaring now, and this is not a drill If you haven’t heard our story yet, we guarantee you will We’re the ones who turned the gym into a charcoal grill Our school is burning down The hopscotch court’s the only way that anyone can tell The school was ever standing here, we did our job so well And now the hopscotch players can hop all the way to hell Our school is burning down We made darn sure that everybody got what they deserved We forced all of the lunch ladies to eat the food they served When we go to trial can we be graded on a curve? Our school is burning down We have broken all the chalkboards so the teachers cannot write We have painted all the toilets black and all the lockers white We have torn up all the math books and we've locked the school's front door There won't be school no more Glory glory hallelujah School is closed now, what's it to ya? There won't be no more homework, there won't be no more tests There won't be school no more