"You! You! Yes, you! Stand still laddy!"
When we grew up and went to school
There were certain teachers who would
Hurt the children any way they could
By pouring their derision
Upon anything we did
And exposing every weakness
However carefully hidden by the kids
"What have we here laddy, mysterious scribbling's, a secret code?"
"No, poems, no less. Poems, everybody! [class laughs]"
"The lad recons himself a poet! [class laughs]"
"[Teacher recites" Money, get back, I'm alright Jack, keep your hands off my stack.[class laughs]"
"New car, caviar, four star day dream, I think I'll buy me a football team.[class laughs]"
"Absolute rubbish laddy! smacks him Get on with your work!"
"Repeat after me, An acre is the area of a rectangle, whose length is one furlong and whose width is one chain"
But out in the middle of nowhere
When they got home at night, their fat and
Psychopathic wives would thrash them
Within inches of their lives
Chorus :
We don't need no education
We don't need no thought control
No dark sarcasm in the classroom
Teachers leave them kids alone
Hey! Teachers! Leave them kids alone!
All in all it's just another brick in the wall.
All in all you're just another brick in the wall.
[Chorus]
"Wrong, Do it again!"
"If you don't eat yer meat, you can't have any pudding. How can you
have any pudding if you don't eat yer meat?"
[Chorus]
"You! Yes, you laddy. Poems, everybody!"
"The lad recons himself a poet!"
[Chorus]
"Repeat after me, An acre is the area of a rectangle whose length is one furlong and whose width is one chain"