You!

Yes, you!

Stand still, laddie!

When we grew up and went to school,

There were certain teachers

Who would hurt the children in any way they could.

By pouring their derision

Upon anything we did,

Exposing every weakness, however carefully hidden by the kids...

What have we here, laddie?

Mysterious scribblings?

A secret code!?

Oh... poems, no less!

Poems, everybody!

The laddie reckons himself a poet!

"Money gets back, I'm all right, Jack,

Keep your hands off my stack."

"New car, caviar, four-star daydream,

Think I'll buy me a football team."

Absolute rubbish, laddie!

Get on with your work.

Repeat after me:

"An acre is the area of a rectangle

Whose length is one furlong

And whose width is one chain."

But in town it was well known when they got home at night,

Their fat and psychopathic wives would thrash them

Within inches of their lives!

We don't need no education

We don't need no thought control

No dark sarcasm in the classroom

Teachers leave them kids alone

Hey! Teacher!

Leave them kids alone!

All in all, it's just another brick in the wall

Wrong, do it again!

All in all, you're just another brick in the wall

We don't need no education

If you don't eat your meat, you can't have any pudding!

We don't need no thought control

How can you have any pudding if you don't eat your meat!?

No dark sarcasm in the classroom

You, yes you laddie!

Poems, everybody! The laddie reckons himself a poet!

Teachers, leave them kids alone

Hey, teacher! Leave us kids alone!

All in all, you're just another brick in the wall

All in all, you're just another brick in the wall

We don't need no education

No dark sarcasm in the classroom

Again! "An acre is the area of a rectangle...