Skinny said to Fatty 'ooh arent you a slob
'Your tum is such a floppy one, it must obscure your nob
'Doesn't that annoy you when you're on the job?
Said Fatty, 'I'm a girlie', and punched him in the gob.
We break up, we break down
We don't care if the school falls down
No more English, no more French
No more sitting on the old bench
If the teacher re-appears
Lay her down and box her ears
If that does to serve her right
Blow her up with dynamite