The teachers 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 didnt seem to care
Drawing moustaches and glasses
While on the ruling classes
Drawing willies on soldiers
From berlin to damascus
It shouts out loud
Im more than you
Making bombs in chemistry,
And catapults in craft,
He thought I must be far too
Down, for this class
He even told the caretaker,
I didnt want to pass,
And he agreed hed seen me,
Cutting cross his grass
Would he keep all the marbles,
Hed taken in that year,
Would we stormtroop the staffroom,
And pinch his cans of beer.,p] it shouts out loud
Im more than you.
There is always something there to remind me,
Of something that I shouldve left behind me,
It taps you on the shoulder in a que,
It shouts across the street, "ive more than you",
There is always something there to remind me,
Of you.
It shouts out loud
Im more than you.