There are some things,
That I have done in life,
That make me ashamed,
That I keep from the wife
Like the stains of butter
crumpets,
That spilled on the page,
That will remain,
Someday I'll confess
To all those crimes
But right now I'd like to say
That I am guilty of the crime
Of chopping up the teacher,
Chopping up the teacher,
It was I!
Yes, I am guilty of the crime
Of chopping up the teacher,
It was I!
It was those cricket scores,
That made my claws sink in,
Oh, the bloody gin,
He told us to go fetch it,
Though a pterodactyl hatched
it,
So I chopped off his head,
And went to bed,
Like I said
It's me who's guilty of the
crime
Of chopping up the teacher,
Chopping up the teacher,
It was I!
Yes, I am guilty of the crime
Of chopping up the teacher,
It was I!
He said, "Trouble, it will
come
From the headmaster,
And he'll make a right
disaster of your bum!”
And my parents, they were
called,
And my dad, he was appalled,
When police reported,
I've not done the lug,
Younger parents do distrust
Our public schools,
Well, the fucking fools!
Cause would the world be
better
Without paranoid cross
dressers?
I don't think so,
I'd miss em',
And so would I!
He is guilty of the crime
Of chopping up the teacher,
Chopping up the teacher,
It was him!
Yes, he is guilty of the crime
Of chopping up the teacher,
It was him!
[Sing, everybody!]
Yes, he is guilty of the crime
Of chopping up the teacher,
It was him!
Yes, he is guilty of the crime
Of chopping up the teacher,
It was him!
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