(Chris writes to the tune of Paddy works on the railway)
In nineteen hundred and seventy one
I put flared corduroy breeches on
A flowery shirt, a kipper tie
to work in education
And it’s canes here and slippers there
Corridors filled with fear
Dark sarcasm everywhere
To work in education
The Headmaster heard the noise from my class
He said my boy if you want to last
You hit the biggest boy in the class
To survive in education
In nineteen hundred and eighty five
I hadn’t hit kids; I was still alive
To ride the wave, to duck and dive
And work in education
In nineteen hundred and ninety three
‘Twas then I met sweet Annie Cowdery
She looked over her specs at me
To further my education
The Principal was a magistrate
He could take his money home in a crate
Trouble sent him out the back gate
To avoid education
And now it’s two thousand and seven
Last year’s inspection sent us to heaven
I’m not staying till two thousand and eleven
To work in education.
