Music for a Sunday: Uns privat, Frau Studienrat…

…sind Sie doppelt so apart, ja ja:

Oh, you want a translation? Okay, then…

No More School

It’s been written
And there’s some truth to it,
Yes, the dumb ones live themselves to death,
You only get out of it with brains, yes, yes.
Do you want Dad’s praise,
His car, and gas too?
Then participate in school!
E.g.:
Gretchen Grün
Was always coming on real keen
And the teacher
Had the answer ready fast
And said:
“If you want to be smart
And get good grades, no shit,
Only this exercise will keep you fit!”
And he’s got his slide rule with him…
No thank you!
No more school,
No school, no more.
Because your beard, Mr. Teacher,
Isn’t smart enough for me! Yeah, yeah!
No more school,
No school, no more.
Because the circumstance is known:
Too much school makes you sick!

Monday morning,
Jonas Maier’s having trouble
Recognizing that Duty
Has stepped into his life and says:
“You have a choice,
Do you want blessings or torment?
Don’t bug your teachers!”
But then —
In the last class
The patron’s making the rounds
And it’s come to this again:
Jonas is ready to do his thing.
His Dolby 2-Way Super Stereo’s all hooked up,
And what does whole class hear now,
Just ripping through the hallways?
You hear:
No more school,
No school, no more!
Because our lives, in actual fact
Are hard even with your grades. Yeah, yeah!
No more school,
No school, no more!
And just between us, Madam Teacher,
You’re twice as far out! Yeah, yeah!
No more school,
No school, no more…

PS: This one’s going out to the douchebags of RSD, natch. Seems that they’ve been awfully quiet when it comes to terrorizing the streets of Berlin; no word as to whether their little pick-up seminar actually happened or not — or if so, where. Probably all the counterdemonstrators and women watching out, ha ha.

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