Our Teacher Thinks He’s David Beckham
¶ 1
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Our teacher thinks he’s David Beckham
He’s dyed his brown hair blonde
And just like Beckham’s penalties
Our teacher’s end up in Hong Kong!
¶ 2
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He thinks he looks well wicked
He thinks he’s really cool
But when he turns out for our team
We know we’re gonna lose!
¶ 3
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He can’t tackle or spray passes
And he never scores a goal
He fouls and argues with the ref
And won’t to what he’s told!
¶ 4
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We’ve banned him from our school team
And now we only play away
And no one dares to tell our “Teach”
The time, the place, the day!
¶ 5
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Our teacher thinks he’s David Beckham
But we all know he’s wrong
Cos he plays more like Victoria
Dressed in his red sarong!
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