Abigail Beecher

Hey, everybody

Get out of the street now

I hear the roar of an XKE now



Sloppy sweater and pony tail

And the cop on the corner

Is turning pale



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Woo, It's Abigail Beecher

Our history teacher



All the kids

Are just crazy bout her

Central High would be

A drag without her



She knows her history

From A to Z

She digs the monkey

And the Watusi



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Woo



We're out in the hall

And a-changing classes

Plays guitar

Wears blue sunglasses



She's prim and proper

And a real swinger

She's gonna be

A rock and roll singer



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Woo



History class is

Getting bigger and bigger

They come from miles

Cause they really dig her



The P.T.A. was real sore

When she walked in

With a red surfboard



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Woo, come on, girl

Aw, you're too much

Woo, come on, girl, woo