Oor Wee School Songtext
von TwinkleTrax

Oh, our wee school, the great wee school
It′s made of bricks and plaster
The only thing that's wrong wi′ it's
The baldy heeded master
He goes to the match on Saturday
He goes to the kirk on Sunday
And prays to God to gie him strength
To belt the kids on Monday


Oh, our wee school, the great wee school
It's made of bricks and plaster
The only thing that′s wrong wi′ it's
The baldy heeded master
He goes to the match on Saturday
He goes to the kirk on Sunday
And prays to God to gie him strength
To belt the kids on Monday

Teacher, teacher, I declare
I can see your underwear
Is it frilly? Is it white?
Oh my word, it′s dynamite!
Ten, nine, eight, seven, six
Five, four, three, two, one
BOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOM!

Oh, our wee school, the great wee school
It's made of bricks and plaster
The only thing that′s wrong wi' it′s
The baldy heeded master
He goes to the match on Saturday
He goes to the kirk on Sunday
And prays to God to gie him strength
To belt the kids on Monday