There is Always Something There to Remind Me

The teacher's name was Charles He made me feel like Jack Thought Martin was late 'Cause he sat right at the back Thought my name was Peter The time that I was there I told him it was Paul But he didn't seem to care Drawing mustaches and gla*ses While on the ruling cla*ses Drawing willies on soldiers From Berlin to Damascus It shouts out loud I'm more than you, I'm more than you It shouts out loud I'm more than you, I'm more than you Making bombs in chemistry And catapults in craft He thought I must be far too Down for this cla*s He even told the caretaker I didn't want to pa*s And he agreed he'd seen me Cutting cross his gra*s Would he keep all the marbles He'd taken in that year? Would we storm-troop the staffroom And pinch his cans of beer? It shouts out loud I'm more than you, I'm more than you It shouts out loud I'm more than you, I'm more than you There is always something there to remind me Something that I should've left behind me It taps you on the shoulder in a queue It shouts across the street, I've more than you And there is always something there to remind me of you It shouts out loud I'm more than you, I'm more than you It shouts out loud I'm more than you, I'm more than you It shouts out loud