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This school of late has started reeking
Quiet maggots when I'm speaking
Reeking with a most disturbing scent
Only the finest nostrils smell it
But I know it ohtoowell
It is the odour of rebellion
It's the bouquet of dissent
And you may bet your britches
This headmistress
Finds this foul odiferousness
Wholly olfactorily insulting
And so to stop the stench's spread
I find a session of phys ed
Sorts the merely rank from the revolting
The smell of rebellion comes out in the sweat
And phys ed will get you sweating
And it won't be long before I smell the pong
Of aiding and abetting
A bit of phys ed will tell us who
Has a head full of rebellious thoughts
Hold Hold
Just like a rotten egg floats
To the top of a bucket of water
(One two three four)
The smell of rebellion
The stench of revolt
The reek of insubordination
(I can't take it anymore One two three four)
The whiff of resistance
The pong of dissent
The funk of mutiny in action
(That's not right)
Before a weed becomes too big and greedy
You really need to nip it in the bud
POSITION TWO
Before the worm starts to turn
You must scrape off the dirt
And rip it from the mud
(One two three four) x2
The whiff of insurgence
The stench of intent
The reek of prepubescent protest
(But that's not right)
(One two three four) x2
The funk of defiance
The odour of coup
The waft of anarchy in progress
(I can't take it anymore)
Once we've exercised these demons
They shall be too pooped for dreaming
Some doubletime discipline
Should stop the rot from setting in
All right let's step it up Doubletime
One two three four
Discipline
Discipline
For children who aren't listening
For midgets who are fidgeting
And whispering in history
Their chattering and chittering
Their nattering and twittering
Is tempered with a smattering of
Discipline
We must begin insisting
On rigidity and discipline
Persistently resisting
This anarchistic mischieving
These minutes you are frittering
On pandering and pitying
While little ones like this
They just want discipline
The simpering and whimpering
The dribbling and the spittling
The 'Miss I need a tissue'
Is an issue we can fix
There is no mystery to mastering
The art of classroom mistressing
It's discipline discipline discipline
The smell of rebellion
The stench of revolt
The reek of prepubescent plotting
The whiff of resistance
The pong of dissent
The funk of moral fibre rotting
Imagine a world with no children
Close your eyes and just dream
Imagine Come on try it
The peace and the quiet
A babbling stream
Now imagine a woods with a cottage
And inside that cottage we find
A dwarf called Zeke a carnival freak
Who can fold paper hats with his mind
And he says
Don't let them steal your horses No
Don't let them throw them away No
If you find your way through
They'll be waiting for you
Singing 'neigh neigh'
She's mad
Aha And there just like I said
The stinking maggot rears his head
Even the squittiest pittiest mess
Can harbour seeds of stinkiness
Have you ever seen anything more repellent?
Have you ever smelled anything worse
Than that smell of rebellion?
The stench of revolt
The reek of insubordination
The whiff of resistance
The pong of dissent
Discipline discipline
No more whispering
Children need discipline
Cut out their whimpering
If you're mischeiving
She'll sniff you out
Without a doubt
She's a snout in a million
Discipline discipline
No more whispering
Children need discipline
Cut out their whimpering
If you're mischeiving
She'll sniff you out
Without a doubt
She's a snout in a million
And I will not stop 'til you are squashed
'Til this rebellion is quashed
'Til glorious sweaty discipline has washed
This sickening scent
Away