My eyes have seen the glory of the burning of the school
We have tortured every teacher
We have broken every rule
We have shot the secretary and we hung the principal
Us brats keep marching on!
Glory, Glory, Hallelujah,
Teacher hit me with a ruler
I shot her with a .44
And she fell to the floor
And she ain’t our teacher no more.
-Ahh school days.
That song came to mind for me, too. We had slightly different lyrics:
My eyes have seen the glory of the burning of the school
We have tortured every teacher
We have broken every rule
We are marching down the hall to hang the principal
Our school is burning down!
Glory, Glory, Hallelujah,
Teacher hit me with a ruler
I met her at the door
with a loaded .44
And the teacher ain’t teaching any more.
To this day, I sing that every so often.