Get out of the street now
I hear the roar of an xke now
Sloppy sweater and pony tail
And the cop on the corner
Is turning pale
[Chorus:]
Woo, It's Abigail Beecher
Our history teacher
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 the Watusi
[Chorus:]
Woo
We're out in the hall
And a-changing classes
Plays guitar
Wears blue sunglasses
She's prim and proper
And a real swinger
She's gonna be
A rock and roll singer
[Chorus:]
Woo
History class is
Getting bigger and bigger
They come from miles
Cause they really dig her
The P. T. A. Was real sore
When she walked in
With a red surfboard
[Chorus:]
Woo, come on, girl
Aw, you're too much
Woo, come on, girl, woo
Hey, everybody Get out of the street now I hear the roar of an xke now Sloppy sweater and pony tail And the cop on the corner Is turning pale [Chorus:] Woo, It's Abigail Beecher Our history teacher 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 the Watusi [Chorus:] Woo We're out in the hall And a-changing classes Plays guitar Wears blue sunglasses She's prim and proper And a real swinger She's gonna be A rock and roll singer [Chorus:] Woo History class is Getting bigger and bigger They come from miles Cause they really dig her The P. T. A. Was real sore When she walked in With a red surfboard [Chorus:] Woo, come on, girl Aw, you're too much Woo, come on, girl, woo Explain Request ×
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