Born to free a fly's mess one, two, three.
Two, to be inside while you're teaching me.
When I sing and my voice keeps breaking,
I wanna hold you when I'm bad.
ÂCause you're my dream teacher
And I'm number one in your cla**. Ooh ahh ooh ahh.
Teacher, you're so damn lucky to have a student like me
Âcause I need you, and I feed you your necessary apple a day. Apple a day.
I can't help it that I want you so bad I can't stand up at the end of the cla**.
I can't hide it from you, but I'll show you it in private in detention today. End of the day.
ÂCause you're my dream teacher
And I'm number one in your cla**.
ÂCause you're my dream teacher
And I'm number one in your cla**.
...and I'm number one in your cla**
Ooh ahh ooh ahh.