O Mr. jones with your head so shiny.
With your big ‘ol belly and ex-wife stories.
But why is it that kids leaving your class are crying?
You make kids pass out, because your sacrifices are too gory.

With your thunderous voice that echoes the hall.
The round building would collapse if you ever fall.
You’ve had some trouble with women, unlike will smith you’re not hitch.
But why must you call your ex-wife an evil bit… shrew.

But don’t send me to the office, no don’t get mad.
For there is justification to all these name callings, like pumpkin.
There is Justice to my words, so don’t get sad.
Just think of the names you called Andrew, like munchkin.