Posted by Bruised at 3:14pm Jan 10 '09This is a song from my musical Angst. It is sung by Assistant-Principal Pittman.
Look at that kid with baggy, sagging pants on ââ¬â what on Earth?
He looks just like a beltless prisoner at Leavenworth
He ought to go and change into slacks that are not slack
If you look you can see his crack . . . in back
We won't have this problem with a uniform adoption
With the boys all wearing slacks, I shall see that they can walk well
The too-cool hip-hop look will no more be an option
Our campus will be a panorama out of Rockwell
In this day and this age you often see our female teens
Who wear those baby tees like you see on magazines
It makes them look so fat when their navels are exposed
Girls always strike a bimbo pose . . . in those
So cover the navels, give the girls all matching blouses
All so clean-cut and so full, you won't see somebody's midriff
We'll live on the same page, not in divided houses
With this bit of help in narrowing the adult/kid rift
No hemp, the kids won't be influenced to roll some
Nothing that's punky, and nothing diaphanous
With our new clothes on, we'll all look so wholesome
Life Magazine soon will be photographin' us!
You sometimes see a T-shirt sporting Coor's or Miller Draft
He ought to be suspended for a month and a half
Or at the very least, made to turn it inside-out
If the school dress code he's about . . . to flout
What's next -- will their shirts promote the drinking of some Drano?
Our dress shirts will bear the name of no alcoholic beverage
The importance of teaching these young minds to just say no
Will give the argument for school uniforms some leverage
Everywhere you look you see clothes that are appalling
We've got a fire
And the attire
Throws on fuel
But . . .
It can be extinguished if we just try installing
Uniforms . . . at school!
Look at that kid with baggy, sagging pants on ââ¬â what on Earth?
He looks just like a beltless prisoner at Leavenworth
He ought to go and change into slacks that are not slack
If you look you can see his crack . . . in back
We won't have this problem with a uniform adoption
With the boys all wearing slacks, I shall see that they can walk well
The too-cool hip-hop look will no more be an option
Our campus will be a panorama out of Rockwell
In this day and this age you often see our female teens
Who wear those baby tees like you see on magazines
It makes them look so fat when their navels are exposed
Girls always strike a bimbo pose . . . in those
So cover the navels, give the girls all matching blouses
All so clean-cut and so full, you won't see somebody's midriff
We'll live on the same page, not in divided houses
With this bit of help in narrowing the adult/kid rift
No hemp, the kids won't be influenced to roll some
Nothing that's punky, and nothing diaphanous
With our new clothes on, we'll all look so wholesome
Life Magazine soon will be photographin' us!
You sometimes see a T-shirt sporting Coor's or Miller Draft
He ought to be suspended for a month and a half
Or at the very least, made to turn it inside-out
If the school dress code he's about . . . to flout
What's next -- will their shirts promote the drinking of some Drano?
Our dress shirts will bear the name of no alcoholic beverage
The importance of teaching these young minds to just say no
Will give the argument for school uniforms some leverage
Everywhere you look you see clothes that are appalling
We've got a fire
And the attire
Throws on fuel
But . . .
It can be extinguished if we just try installing
Uniforms . . . at school!