Out teacher told us one day he would leave school

And take a stroll down the beach

While sipping on a refreshqing coke,

And nibbling on a juicy peach.

The house he lived in was dark and gloomy

But all he could see

Was warm, turqouise water and pale, white sand

Is what his life longed to be

He forever dreamed for his sweet paradise,

The vision he had was bold.

And i couldnt understand why he never left,

And never shook of our schools stranglehold.