Not to mention some of the songs we sang as kids:
Mine eyes have seen to glory
Of the burning of the school
We have tortured every teacher
We have broken every rule
We plan to kill the principal at quarter after two
The school is burning down!
Glory, Glory Hallelujah
Teacher hit me with a ruler
Shot her a .44 and she fell to the floor
And she ain’t our teacher no more
You are kidding I hope. That is way worse than anything we ever belted out. “Jingle bells, Batman smells, Robin laid an egg...”
Well, except maybe “Napalm, napalm, sticks to kids,” sung once or twice while doing laps during PE in Junior High.
GOOD GOD!! REALLY??? You think that song was OKAY?? CLASSLESS!
Grew up in the eighties and nineties, learned this gem (more or less) to the tune of ‘I lost my poor meatball’:
On top of old smokey
all covered with blood,
I shot my poor teacher
with a sixteen-point slug.
I went to her funeral,
I peed on her grave.
Some people threw flowers,
I threw a grenade.
(Mom wasn’t thrilled.)