| Down around the corner in a little school
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| Children learn their lessons and the golden rule
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| 'Cause they got a teacher up from Basin Street
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| And she does her teachin' with a boogie beat
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| Teachin' the ABCs with rhythm and ease
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| But every single mornin' it’s the same old thing
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| All the kiddies waitin' for the bell to ring
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| When they hear it ringin' they all jump in line
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| They hop into the classroom feeling mighty fine
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| To learn their ABCs with rhythm and ease
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| Well, a-readin', writin', arithmetic
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| Taught to the tune of a licorice stick
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| No education is ever complete
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| Without a boogie woogie woogie beat
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| When the day is over and it’s time to go
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| The kiddies grab their books and stand right at the door
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| Teacher is so happy, 'cause she’s done her bit
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| To educate the kids and make 'em really fit
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| To learn their ABCs with rhythm and ease
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| Well, a-readin', writin', arithmetic
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| Taught to the tune of a licorice stick
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| No education is ever complete
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| Without a boogie woogie woogie beat
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| Now when the day is over and it’s time to go
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| The kiddies grab their books and stand right at the door
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| Teacher is so happy, 'cause she’s done her bit
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| To educate the kids and make 'em really fit
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| To learn their ABCs with rhythm and ease |