On top of old smokey, all covered with sand;
I shot my poor teacher with a big rubberband;
I shot her with pleasure, I shot her with pride;
How could I miss her, she's forty feet wide;
I went to her funeral, I went to her grave;
I didn't throw flowers, I threw hand-grenades;
I blew up the city, I blew up the town;
I blew my poor teacher right out of the ground;
I took one look at her, she wasn't quite dead;
I pulled out a bazooka and blew off her head.
She's dead now folks!