Naughty boys in nasty schools

Headmaster's breaking all the rules

Having fun and playing fools

Smashing up the woodwork tools

All the teachers in the pub

Passing round the ready-rub

Trying not to think of when

The lunchtime bell will ring again.



Oh what fun we had

But, did it really turn out bad

All I learnt at school

Was how to bend not break the rules

Oh what fun we had

But at the time it seemed so bad

Trying different ways

To make a difference to the days.



The headmaster's had enough today

All the kids have gone away

Gone to fight with next door's school

Every term, that is the rule

Sits alone and bends his cane

Same old backsides again

All the small ones tell tall tales

Walking home and squashing snails.



Lots of girls and lots of boys

Lots of smells and lots of noise

Playing football in the park

Kicking pushbikes after dark

Baggy trousers, dirty shirt

Pulling hair and eating dirt

Back of the 'ead with a plastic cup.



Baggy trousers, baggy trousers, baggy trousers

Baggy trousers, baggy trousers, baggy trousers