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My eyes have seen the glory of the burning of the schoolEasy to read / musical version |
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We have tortured every teacher We have broken every rule We have shot the secretary and we hung the principal Us brats keep marching on! Glory, Glory, Hallelujah, Teacher hit me with a ruler I hit her in the butt With a rotten coconut And my teacher ain't my teacher no more. |
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