The teacher's name was charles He made me feel like jack Thought martin was late Cause he sat right at the back Thought my name was peter The time that I was there I told him it was paul But he didn't seem to care Drawing moustaches and gla**es While on the 'ruling cla**es' Drawing willies on soldiers From berlin to damascus It shouts out loud I'm more than you Making bombs in chemistry, And catapults in craft, He thought I must be far too Down, for this cla** He even told the caretaker, I didn't want to pa**, And he agreed he'd seen me, Cutting 'cross his gra** Would he keep all the marbles, He'd taken in that year, Would we stormtroop the staffroom, And pinch his cans of beer.,p] it shouts out loud I'm more than you. There is always something there to remind me, Of something that I should've left behind me, It taps you on the shoulder in a que, It shouts across the street, I've more than you, There is always something there to remind me, Of you. It shouts out loud I'm more than you.