| Students try to put you down
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| Try to knock you to the ground
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| Because of the kind of clothes you wear
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| Marten boots, outrageous hair
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| Don’t try to push me around
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| I’m sick of being lost and being found
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| Student power what a shower
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| Student power what a shower
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| Student power what a shower
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| Student power what a shower
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| Oh what a shower
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| You’ve got your union rules
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| They’re only read by intellectual fools
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| Try to stop us and soon you’ll see
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| You’ve got answers no for kids like me
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| Pompous clowns they put us down
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| Now it’s your turn to drown
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| Student power what a shower
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| You all talk about left and right
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| It’s not your blood that lost in the fight
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| You’re our future or so they say
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| Wait for the day I have my say
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| Read all about all you like
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| But when we burn the books and start again
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| Beethoven’s Ninth all over again |