Hey, everybody get out of the street now
I hear the roar of an xke now
Sloppy sweater and pony tail

And the cop on the corner is turnin' pale
Whoo! it's abigail beecher, our history teacher


All the kids are just crazy about her
Central high would be a drag without her
She knows her history from a to z

She digs the monkey and the watusi
Whoo! it's abigail beecher, our history teacher


Whoo!

We're out in the hall and a-changin' classes

Plays guitar, wears blue sunglasses
She's prim and proper and a real swinger
She's gonna be a rock-and-roll singer

Whoo! it's abigail beecher, our history teacher

Whoo!


History class is getting' bigger and bigger
They come from miles `cause they really dig her

The p.t.a. was real sore
When she walked in with a red surf board
Whoo! it's abigail beecher, our history teacher


Whoo!


C'mon, girl
Aw, you're too much!
Whoo!

C'mon, girl
Whoo!


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