Open the windows, Virginia.
Let the wind blow the papers away.
Don't know if you got it in you.
Just like a duck since the eighth grade.
You'll soon be an old maid.
School teacher.
Rule preacher.
Oh,
cool preacher.
School teacher.
You're a beginner, Virginia.
Simple arithmetic shows a delay.
Do all the sums deep within
you.
Oh yes, and then assign the grade.
You'll soon be an old maid.
School teacher.
Oh, rule
preacher.
Oh, cool preacher.
School teacher.
Your
soul's in limbo, Virginia.
You found a formula for your
mistakes.
God doesn't know where to send you.
The Bible's black, opaque keepsakes.
When your red hair's going gray.
School teacher.
Oh,
rule preacher.
Cool preacher.
School teacher.
Oh, rule preacher.
School teacher.
Cool preacher.
School teacher.