schoolboy wild You give me education in the lovesick blues Help me get straight come out and say Teacher I, teacher I, teacher I, teacher I need you Oh teacher
Started mailroom Moved up through Clerical, now Obituaries I am the teacher's son I am the teacher's son I am the teacher's son I'm the teacher's son
something in you to drive a schoolboy wild You give me education in the lovesick blues Help me get straight come out and say Teacher I, teacher I, teacher I, Teacher
: Started mailroom Moved up through Clerical, now Obituaries I am the teacher's son I am the teacher's son I am the teacher's son I'm the teacher's son
it gets dark I've got a lot of homework But homework he can wait I never start my homework till its already too late My parents say think about your future and my teachers
There's no such thing as too much school Not to mention lean taught me how to play the piano and then Every summer I was out in South Ben Grand pops
[Young Chris talking] Where that pian sat at (uh) Young Gannas (chea) What up niggas; Niggas got till January to get they shit together; You hear that
of my project window Oh, I feel uninspired Lookin' out of my project window Oh, it makes me feel, so tired Yo, if this piano's the cake then my words
were charged and questioned why But they could not reply CHORUS We fall and call and we carry it all Gathering on the way We reach and we teach and
him Oh, he swears there's an Indian summer in him Drink from this flask to put warmth in your chest and sing around my piano I'm settling in for the
fallin' cause I be dissin' Never thought you would be missin all the huggin' and kissin' Never knew you would play me just like Mo B.'s piano I flip
teacher Added eggs to the grocery list Started a load of wash, made sure the doors were locked Put water in the puppy's dish Wrote a check to the children's piano
our own again We'll convene at mine 3 pm to play Sega Megadrive, Golden Axe and Sonic all day Never Played It? I'll teach ya Can't Hack It? I'll beat
those nurses sure got mad at me for leavin' a trail. someone's always mad, hey U know, I took lots of things as a kid; ballet and jazz, dance, soccer, piano
