The teacher's 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 didn't seem to care
Drawing moustaches and gla**es
While on the 'ruling cla**es'
Drawing willies on soldiers
From berlin to damascus
It shouts out loud
I'm more than you
Making bombs in chemistry,
And catapults in craft,
He thought I must be far too
Down, for this cla**
He even told the caretaker,
I didn't want to pa**,
And he agreed he'd seen me,
Cutting 'cross his gra**
Would he keep all the marbles,
He'd taken in that year,
Would we stormtroop the staffroom,
And pinch his cans of beer.,p] it shouts out loud
I'm more than you.
There is always something there to remind me,
Of something that I should've left behind me,
It taps you on the shoulder in a que,
It shouts across the street, I've more than you,
There is always something there to remind me,
Of you.
It shouts out loud
I'm more than you.