The teacher's name was Charles
He made me feel like Jack
Thought Martin was late
Cause he sat right at the back
Thought my name was Peter
The time that I was there
I told him it was Paul
But he didn't seem to care
Drawing moustaches and gla**es
While on the 'Ruling Cla**es'
Drawing willies on soldiers
From Berlin to Damascus
It shouts out loud
I'm more than you
Making bombs in chemistry,
And catapults in craft,
He thought I must be far too
down, for this cla**
He even told the caretaker,
I didn't want to pa**,
and he agreed he'd seen me,
cutting 'cross his gra**
Would he keep all the marbles,
He'd taken in that year,
Would we stormtroop the staffroom,
And pinch his Cans of beer.,p] It shouts out loud
I'm more than you.
There is always something there to remind me,
Of something that I should've left behind me,
It taps you on the shoulder in a que,
It Shouts across the street, "I've more than you",
There is always something there to remind me,
Of you.
It shouts out loud
I'm more than you.