the beatstalkers - silver tree top school for boys lyrics
here’s the town in which i live, petunia green
here’s the shop, and here’s the man who sold me laces for my shoes
there is mr. marcus, boys, they say he’s mad
here’s the battle that i won
silver treetop school for boys
early days were good as gold
an apple here, an apple there
and everywhere a “yes, sir'”, “no, sir”
they made me roll the cricket pitch once a day
i’ve never been so happy than at silver treetop school for boys
the mowing machine was leaving small piles of gr-ss
the wind had blown to visit blazing to the pipe of mr. marcus
the smell of teaching fell upon the cricket field
smiling, laughing, rolling about at silver treetop school for boys
“hey, there!”
he calls in the staff room
he calls in the canteen
“hey, come and look at what i found
a thousand boys and masters sitting
on the cricket grounds at silver treetop school for boys.”
lalalalalalala lalala lalalalalalalalala lalalalalalalalala lalalalalalalalala
the english master thought he was a purple mouse
and the head, who’s usually sad, is swinging from a tree
mr. brown, the physics man is off his head
and everyone just loves the gr-ss at silver treetop school for boys
lalalalalalala lalala lalalalalalalalala lalalalalalalalala lalalalalalalalala
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