Abigail Beecher

Lyrics
[Verse 1] Hey everybody, get out of the street, now I hear the roar of an XK-E, now Sloppy sweater and ponytail And the cop on the corner is turnin' pale Whoa, it's Abigail Beecher Our history teacher [Verse 2] All the kids are just crazy 'bout her Central High would be a drag without her She knows her history from A to Z She digs the Monkey and Watusi Whoa, it's Abigail Beecher Our history teacher, whoa [Verse 3] We're out in the hall and a-changin' classes Plays guitar, wears blue sunglasses She's prim and proper and a real swinger She's gonna be a rock 'n' roll singer Whoa, it's Abigail Beecher Our history teacher, whoa [Instrumental Break] [Verse 4] History class is gettin' bigger and bigger They come for miles 'cause they really dig her The PTA was really floored When she walked in with a red surfboard Whoa, it's Abigail Beecher Our history teacher, whoa [Outro] Come on, girl Aw, you're too much Whoa Come on, girl Whoa
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Credits
- Writers
- Van Trevor
- Dick Heard