Glory, Glory, Hallelujah!
The teacher hit me with a ruler.
I bopped her on the bean
With a rotten tangerine
And I'm not in school anymore.
Seems like there was a verse or two that preceded that one. Ah, yes, I see your
last line now. It was something like:
Mine eyes have seen the glory of the burning of the school
We have (done all the something)
We have broken all the rules.
There my memory breaks down. BUT, Wikipedia to the rescue::::: --Ediger
>>>>---------from Wikipedia------------>
Typical lines are
Mine eyes have seen the glory of the burning of the school
We have vanquished every teacher - we have broken every rule
We plan to kill the principal at quarter after two
The school is burning down!
Glory, glory, hallelujah
My teacher hit me with a ruler
Met her up in heaven, back in 1327
And she ain't my teacher no more "NO MORE"!
There are many variations of this song, which nearly always leave the first two
lines of the verse and chorus intact and change the third, with some variations
to the fourth.
Examples of variations of the verse:
We have ruptured all the teachers and we've broken all the rules,
And we'll go marching on!
We have sliced the English teachers and have drowned them in their blood
And we'll go marching on!
We have forgotten our multiplication tables, eaten our teachers and their
families,
And we'll go marching on!
Balls balls balls balls balls balls balls,
And we'll go marching on!
We have shot the secretary and we hung the principal
Us brats keep marching on.
We have smashed up all the blackboards, we have thrown out all the books
The school is burning down.
We have wandered down the halls writing cuss words on the walls
The school is burning down.
We have bound and gagged the principal and tossed him in the pool
The school is burning down.
We have barbecued the principal, destroyed the PTA,
Our school keeps burning on.
They sent us to the office, so we hung the principal,
Our troops are marching on!
We are killing all the teachers, we are breaking all the rules
We broke into his office and we murdered the principal
Our troops go marching on!
We broke into his office and we tickled the principal
We have tortured every teacher and we've hung the principal.
We have broken every piece of chalk as well as every rule.
They have taken all the teachers out and broken every rule.
They have painted all the toilets black and all the lockers white.
There won't be school no more!
Examples of variations of the chorus:
Met her at the store with a loaded .44...
I hit her in the butt with a rotten coconut...
I hit her in the bean with a rotten tangerine...
Met her in the attic with a semi-automatic...
Met her at the gate with a loaded .38...
I hid behind the door with a big ole' two-by-four
Shot her up to heaven with an AK47...
Shot her in the bean with an M-16...
Shot her out the door with a Magnum .44...
Shot her in the head and the teacher dropped dead...
Met her at the bank with a loaded German tank...
Reform school here I come!
And there ain't no teacher no more
This was the version sang in Southern California in the 1960s:
Mine eyes have seen the glory of the burning of the school
We have tortured every teacher, we have broken all the rules
The boys are playing poker and the girls are shooting pool
As the school is burning down
Glory, glory hallelujah
Teacher hit me with a ruler
I hid behind the door with a loaded .44
And my teacher ain't teachin' no more
Another version of this song is
glory hallelujah
teacher hit me with a ruler
the ruler snapped in half
and we all began to laugh
on the last day of september
A version of the first stanza not connected to school was sung by this
contributor's older brother, during our childhood in the 1950s:
Mine eyes have seen the glory of the coming of the lord
He is coming round the corner in a green-and-yellow Ford
He has one hand on the throttle and the other on a bottle
Of Pabst Blue Ribbon Beer.
The chorus would follow as:
Glory, Glory, Hallelujah!
Teacher hit me with a ruler
I bonked her on the bean
With a rotten tangerine
And she kicked me out of school!
[edit]
-------------- Original message ----------------------
From: Rod Goke <rod.g...@ieee.org>
>
> When I was in grade school, there was another version of this song which was
> neither religious nor political. I've
> forgotten (or never completely learned) most of the words, but I recall the
> chorus beginning with
>
> Glory, glory, hallelujah!
> Teacher hit me with a ruler!
> . . .
>
> and the first verse beginning with
>
> Mine eyes have seen the glory of the burning of the school:
> . . .
>
> This version was much more popular among schoolchildren than was the official
> version that Vivian posted. Does anyone
> remember its lyrics? Of course, times have changed, and any kid caught sing
> that
> version in school now would probably be
> charged with making terroristic threats.
>
> Rod
>
> vivb...@att.net wrote:
>
> > Just to clear this up for our foreign born readers-
> > The song from which all these Gory Gory lyrics are derived is The Battle
> > Hymn
> of the Republic circa the US civil war.
> >
> > Yes it's religious. Yes it's political.
> > It's the unofficial anthem of the Republican Party.
> >
> > It goes like this:
> >
> > Mine eyes have seen the glory of the coming of the Lord:
> > He is trampling out the vintage where the grapes of wrath are stored;
> > He hath loosed the fateful lightning of His terrible swift sword:
> > His truth is marching on.
> >
> > (Chorus)
> > Glory, glory, hallelujah!
> > Glory, glory, hallelujah!
> > Glory, glory, hallelujah!
> > His truth is marching on.
> >
> > I have seen Him in the watch-fires of a hundred circling camps,
> > They have builded Him an altar in the evening dews and damps;
> > I can read His righteous sentence by the dim and flaring lamps:
> > His day is marching on.
> >
> > Chorus
> >
> > I have read a fiery gospel writ in burnished rows of steel:
> > "As ye deal with my condemners, so with you my grace shall deal;
> > Let the Hero, born of woman, crush the serpent with His heel,
> > Since God is marching on."
> >
> > Chorus
> >
> > He has sounded forth the trumpet that shall never call retreat;
> > He is sifting out the hearts of men before His judgment-seat:
> > Oh, be swift, my soul, to answer Him! be jubilant, my feet!
> > Our God is marching on.
> >
> > Chorus
> >
> > In the beauty of the lilies Christ was born across the sea,
> > With a glory in His bosom that transfigures you and me:
> > As He died to make men holy, let us die to make men free,
> > While God is marching on.
> >
> > Chorus
> >
> > He is coming like the glory of the morning on the wave,
> > He is Wisdom to the mighty, He is Succour to the brave,
> > So the world shall be His footstool, and the soul of Time His slave,
> > Our God is marching on.
> >
> > Chorus
> >
> > -------------- Original message ----------------------
> > From: Ted Samsel <tbsam...@infionline.net>
> > >
> >
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