| Naughty boys in nasty schools
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| Headmasters breaking all the rules
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| Having fun and playing fools
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| Smashing up the woodwork tools
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| All the teachers in the pub
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| Passing 'round the ready-rub
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| Trying not to think of when
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| The lunch-time bell will ring again
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| Oh what fun we had
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| But, did it really turn out bad
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| All I learnt at school
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| Was how to bend not break the rules
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| Headmaster’s had enough to-day
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| All the kids have gone away
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| Gone to fight with next-door's school
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| Every term, that is the rule
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| Sits alone and bends his cane
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| Same old backsides again
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| All the small ones tell tall tales
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| Walking home and squashing snails
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| But at the time it seemed so bad
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| Trying different ways
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| To make a difference to the days
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| Lots of girls and lots of boys
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| Lots of smells and lots of noise
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| Playing football in the park
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| Kicking Pushbikes after dark
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| Oh what fun we had
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| But, did it really turn out bad
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| All I learnt at school
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| Was how to bend not break the rules
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| Oh what fun we had
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| But at the time it seemed so bad
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| Trying different ways
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| To make a difference to the days
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| Baggy trousers, baggy trousers, baggy trousers
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| Baggy trousers, baggy trousers, baggy trousers |