Freddy Cannon - Abigail Beecher lyrics

Hey everybody get out of the street now I hear the roar of an XKE now Flops and sweater and a ponytail And the cop on the corner is turnin' pale Whoa! It's Abigail Beecher Our history teacher All the kids are just crazy about her Central High would be a drag without her She knows her history from A to Z She'd teach a monkey, and watch and see Whoa! It's Abigail Beecher Our history teacher Whoa! We're out in the hall and changin' cla**es Plays guitar and wears blue sungla**es She's friendly, pop'lar and a real swinger She's gonna be a rock 'n' roll singer Whoa! It's Abigail Beecher Our history teacher Whoa! History cla** is gettin' bigger and bigger They come for miles 'cause they really dig her The PTA was really floored When she walked in with a red surfboard Whoa! It's Abigail Beecher Our history teacher Whoa! Come on, girl! Aw, you're too much! Whoa! Come on, girl! Whoa!