“Mine eyes have seen the glory of the burning of the school.
we have tortured every teacher, we have broken every rule.
Now we’re marching to the office to shoot the principal, our troops are marching on.”
Later it goes, “She was standing at the door with a loaded forty-four and our troops are marching on.”
It was just a silly song that they would sing on a school bus, no one meant it, no one took seriously because it was just silliness.
Today, if you sang that song in school they would probably call in the National Guard. Come on world, let’s chill out a little.
The version I knew was "met her at the door with a loaded 44 . . "
How about:
“Nobody loves me.
Everybody hates me.
I’m gonna eat some wor-r-ms.
First you bite their heads off.
Then you suck their guts out.
Mmm-mmm.
I’m gonna eat some wor-r-ms.”
And of course it’s not PC now for kids to sing about 99 bottles of beer on the wall.
We used to bring knives to school to cut birthday cake. Play “Cowboys” and “Army”. The big slides on the playground were great B-17’s. The swings were Spitfires. Sticks and rulers became submachine guns.
We shot rubber bands and paper clips.
We even brought real jacknives to play “stretch” or that one game where you throw the knife at each other’s feet.
Sadly, this violent play turned us all into sadistic mass murderers in adult life.
Noah takes FENCING at school - but we’ve had a unique experience with this…
He took 2 years at a private school. No limits on weapons used.
He is now taking at a public school (from the same salon that teaches at the private school). They are limited to rapiers only at the public school - no broad swords.
I bet “one little two little three little Indians” isn’t sang any more.
I honestly think that I would not have been able to make it through the modern school system. Between the clothing I wore, the music I listened to, the poetry I read (and wrote), and my hobbies, I would have been one of those Zero tolerance kids. After all, a boy without a watch and a pocket knife isn’t worth a darn.
On the bright side, how will children know freedom without being forced into a police state? How will they know freedom of speech without constant censorship? How will they ever desire creativity without being told to sit down shut up and just memorize the test questions? Oh, wait…
They cyber police are probably monitoring these messages and intercepting data to come after everyone using WMD’s…namely a few already listed…welcome to the 21st century… In the name of homeland security. What a seriously scary time we live in.
Mine eyes have seen the glory of the burning of the school
we have tortured every teacher and broken every rule
barbecued the principal and destroyed the PTA
us kids go marching on!
Glory glory hallelujah ((sung more like “hallelujer” in a typical GA accent))
teacher hit me with a ruler
I hit her on the butt
with a rotten coconut
and my teacher ain’t my teacher no more!
I had great fun singing in the one time the school actually did catch on fire, apparently some kid lit a small one in a plastic garbage can and ruined a couple of rooms before they put it out. I thought it was all great fun, of course.
We used to make catapults and trebuchets in the woods, then graduated to the venerable potato-gun-howitzer. Our best 'tater went 975 metres (nearly a klick) using Tame hairspray.
Wasn’t it Columbine that kicked us into paranoia-mode? There were Canadian incidents, too.
Recently, one of schools here had an evacuation over a mercury thermometer.
I have mercury fillings, I wonder if the EPA is going to declare my mouth a superfund site.
Yea, they’re probably controlled by C&F Crystal People.
WMD = Whistle of mass destruction
WMD = Weapon of mass destruction
One of the other songs, was Lulu had a steamboat, steamboat had a bell, Lulu went heaven and steamboat went to - hello operator give me number nine, if you disconnect me, I’ll kick you in - behind ----- etc.
There’s been a book, or books, published on the vast field of childhood songs… those songs that schoolkids learn from other kids. The researchers often had to persuade their subjects that they would not get into any trouble for singing them. After all, it’s the songs with crude humor or violence or racism or innuendo that kids are most apt to remember.
mum·ble·ty-peg ( P ) Pronunciation Key (mmbl-t-pg, -bl-pg) also mum·ble-the-peg (-bl-th-)
n.
A game in which players toss a jackknife in various prescribed ways, with the object being to make the blade stick firmly into the ground.
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[From the phrase mumble the peg, from the fact that originally the loser had to pull up with the teeth a peg driven into the ground.]
