The pupil is 42, a black-belt at judo
She doesn't like s**ists or saucy innuendo
She caught me looking down her top one day
And jabbed me hard on the elbow
And I had to put down the guitar
And stifle a sob
She won't let me stop even for a gla** of water
To think I only took this job to get a glimpse of her daughter
I keep going to the bathroom but I've never once caught her
And her mother thinks I'm incontinent
Or that I've got some kind of embarra**ing cold of the bladder
She fingers her bible, we're practicing hymns
For revivalist meetings with Baptists and things
And while her voice quivers with evangelical fervor
I think about shagging her daughter
Who's a little twelve year old replica of her, why bother?