Once upon a time not so long ago

Kozel used to teach English class
Temps been on high
Sweat dripping down my head…
It’s rough, so rough

We take a test every day
Writing with her pen,
She makes us not want to stay
No more, no more

We say, “We’ve gotta guess on the test we’ve got.
It doesn’t make a difference if we study or not.
We talk to each other in a room that’s hot.
For her we’ll look at the clock.

[Chorus:]
Whoa, we’re half way there
Whoa, breathin’ with no air
Take the test and we’ll fail it – I don’t care
Whoa, this class isn’t fair

Kozel’s got her six shoes and socks
Now we’re sitting in
What is used to melt a rock
So rough, it’s rough

We all dream of running away
When she yells at the class
We whisper,
“Maybe we’ll be okay, someday…

…We’ve gotta guess on the test we’ve got.
It doesn’t make a difference if we study or not.
We talk to each other in a room that’s hot.
For her we’ll look at the clock.”

[Chorus]
This class isn’t fair

We’ve gotta test on Lancelot
We live in the heat whether we like it or not
[Chorus 2x and fading]