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Posted by Marcus Cowley - [marcus@soso.demon.co.uk]
The teacher's name was Charles
He made me feel like Jack
Thought Martin was late
Cause he sat right at the back
Thought my name was Peter
The time that I was there
I told him it was Paul
But he didn't seem to care
Drawing moustaches and glasses
While on the 'Ruling Classes'
Drawing willies on soldiers
From Berlin to Damascus
It shouts out loud
I'm more than you
Making bombs in chemistry,
And catapults in craft,
He thought I must be far too
down, for this class
He even told the caretaker,
I didn't want to pass,
and he agreed he'd seen me,
cutting 'cross his grass
Would he keep all the marbles,
He'd taken in that year,
Would we stormtroop the staffroom,
And pinch his Cans of beer.,p>
It shouts out loud
I'm more than you.
There is always something there to remind me,
Of something that I should've left behind me,
It taps you on the shoulder in a que,
It Shouts across the street, "I've more than you",
There is always something there to remind me,
Of you.
It shouts out loud
I'm more than you.
Posted by Susan Ward - [sward@cup.cam.ac.uk]
The teacher's name was Charles
He made me feel like Jack (?)
He thought my team was least (Leeds?)
'Cause I sat right at the back
He thought my name was Peter
The time that I was there
I told him it was Paul
But he didn't seem to care.
Drawing moustaches and glasses
On the ruling classes
And drawing willies on soldiers
From Berlin to Damascus
It shouts out loud
"I've more than you"
"I've more than you"
It shouts out loud
"I've more than you"
"I've more than you"
Making bombs in chemistry
And catapults in craft
He thought I must be plotting
The downfall of his class
I even told the caretaker
I didn't want to pass
And he agreed he'd seen me
Cutting 'cross his grass
Would he keep all the marbles
He'd taken in that year
Or would we stormtroop the staffroom (?)
And pinch his cans of beer
It shouts out loud
"I've more than you"
"I've more than you"
It shouts out loud
"I've more than you"
"I've more than you"
There is always something there to remind me
Something that I should have left behind me
It taps you on the shoulder in a queue
It shouts across the street "I've more than you"
And there is always something there to remind me
Of you
It shouts out loud
"I've more than you"
"I've more than you"
It shouts out loud
"I've more than you"
"I've more than you"
It shouts out loud....
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