What was simply a fun, stupid rhyme for us 30 years ago would now probably be considered a "terroristic threat."
On top of old smokey all covered in sand
I shot my poor teacher with a big rubber band
I shot her with pleasure, I shot her with pride
I just couldn't miss her, she's forty foot wide
I went to her funeral, I wept at her grave
Some people threw flowers, I threw a grenade
The coffin went up, the coffin went down
The coffin went plllt! All over the ground
I looked at the body, she still wasn't dead
So I got a bazooka and I blew off her head
And of course...
Mine eyes have seen the glory of the burning of the school,
We have tortured all the teachers, we have broken all the rules,
We have barbequed the principal and destroyed the P.T.A.,
Us kids are marching on!
Chorus: Glory, glory, halleujah!
Teacher beat me with a ruler,
I hit her in the bean with a frozen Jimmy Dean,
And she ain't my teacher no more.
On top of old smokey all covered in sand
I shot my poor teacher with a big rubber band
I shot her with pleasure, I shot her with pride
I just couldn't miss her, she's forty foot wide
I went to her funeral, I wept at her grave
Some people threw flowers, I threw a grenade
The coffin went up, the coffin went down
The coffin went plllt! All over the ground
I looked at the body, she still wasn't dead
So I got a bazooka and I blew off her head
And of course...
Mine eyes have seen the glory of the burning of the school,
We have tortured all the teachers, we have broken all the rules,
We have barbequed the principal and destroyed the P.T.A.,
Us kids are marching on!
Chorus: Glory, glory, halleujah!
Teacher beat me with a ruler,
I hit her in the bean with a frozen Jimmy Dean,
And she ain't my teacher no more.
