Lyrics

[Hook: Alex McAvoy] You! You! Yes you! Stand still laddy! [Intro] [Verse 1: Roger Waters] When we grew up and went to school There were certain teachers who would Hurt the children in any way they could [Verse 2: Roger Waters] By pouring their derision upon anything we did Exposing every weakness however carefully hidden by the kid [Dialogue: Alex McAvoy] "What have we here, laddie? Mysterious scribblings? A secret code? No. Poems, no less. Poems, everybody! The lad hеre reckons himself a poеt 'Money, get back. I'm all right, Jack. Keep your hands off my stack New car, caviar, four-star daydream. Think I'll buy me a football team.' Absolute rubbish, laddie! Get on with your work. Repeat after me, an acre is the area of a rectangle whose length is one furlong and whose width is one chain." [Verse 3: Roger Waters] But in the town, it was well known, when they got home at night Their fat and psychopathic wives would thrash them within inches of their lives [Outro: Roger Waters, David Gilmour] Ooh-ooh-ooh Ooh-ooh-ooh Ooh-ooh-ooh Ooh-ooh-ooh Ooh