Here at Horace Green
Our purpose is to glean good test results
From pre adults
Making sure each child is
Drilled and ranked and filed by score
Hence one would expect
Our garishly bedecked new substitute
To follow suit
Schneebly though comes in and
Dicipline goes out the door
Here at Horace Green
There's stolen glances playful whispers
Giggling in the gym
What it all can mean
Is quite confounding still one thing's clear
It comes from HIM
Have you seen that psychedelic van that he's got
Left in the lot parked in my spot
With that naked lady painted right on the rear
What about those sloppy looking outfits he's had
Stripes mixed with plaid all smelling bad
Rather like bertulli dirty sweat socks and beer
Don't forget his cocky overconfident air
Grease in his hair
Stains everywhere
And that awful lingo far too crude to discuss
Plus the endless music coming right through his door
Hard to ignore
And further more
Worst of all the children all like him more than us
Here at Horace Green
We groom achievers keep them focused minimize their quirks
Schneebly hits the scene they smile
Laugh
Beam
Who knows what he does but God it works
Here at Horace Green here at Horace Green here at Horace Green
Here at Horace Green we have a system
Which we keep to as we're told we should
Think what it would mean to do things his way
Maybe we too would do some good
Maybe we too would do some good