Lyrics:
standing in the schoolhouse door
Shouting down the storm at hand
They're still standing in the schoolhouse door
Callin' for blood across the land
I saw
My name is Terry Roberts
From Little Rock I come
I went down to the schoolhouse
The place they kept me from
I went down to that schoolhouse
And this
Baldi's schoolhouse
By the way, the hell happened in here?
My stupid friend stuck at eating practice
Gotta get all of the notebooks, what the hell is
on a different-ass bus
I'm so pissed off though
Cuz I wanna go to the school-house
I'm so pissed off though
Cuz I wanna go to the school-house
I wanna get a education
And now it's time for
Schoolhouse Polka with Larry
The part of the show where Larry comes
Out and sings a schoolhouse polka
Whether, whether,
welcomed home.
There's that same little schoolhouse way down Lovers' Lane.
There's that same little schoolhouse way down Lovers' Lane.
Gee, how glad I am,
the echo's of sound
Somebody save me from the ghosts in my town
These voices ring off the schoolhouse halls
There's memories here, but they never call
That
Barbie doll
Baby's really burnin'
Ready for the town
Daddy's good, good little girl
Burn that schoolhouse down
I'm on fire
Baby's on fire
Ooo,
of your favorite schoolhouse schoolhouse rock!
talk
And when the work is all done there's nothing they like better
Than to get together at the one-room schoolhouse under the red wall
For another
(Ay
Ay
Hey
Ay
Yea
Yea
Yea)
I was making moves by the
I was making moves by the schoolhouse
I was making moves by the schoolhouse
We gon' break
hands side to side when I whip (Whip)
Move my feet back and glide, don't trip (Trip)
It's a movie when I walk inside the schoolhouse (Schoolhouse)
Did
spinners
Fuck the schoolhouse im in the basement like I'm tigga
Brodie grab the labby he gone turn into a wizard
I done ranned it up now everybody say they
shade
The sun makes it's way
West of the dogs that
Run this way
Fields bloom
From across the ruins
Of tattered old towns and
Schoolhouse frames
Sharp
Northern Oklahoma 1944
Little schoolhouse, numbers on the board
Little boy can't figure it out
Teacher says he'll never turn out
All the other kids
Put the- in the crate
I ain't make it but I'm paid
Fuck no, we do not do trade
Fuck a schoolhouse, I'm the best mother fucker in my fucking grade
Stay
sniffing dogs and
Metal detectors at every schoolhouse door
Within a decade i'd have prisons overflowing
I’d have judges promoting pornography
Soon I could
mama I don't want the baby coochie, I want her friend
This nigga in the schoolhouse up off the Xans
RTC and we comin' up, we grindin' for the bands
Gavin
Build me up a statue from the ground)
Wood and stone
I stand alone
Flesh from the bone
Wood and stone
Build me up a schoolhouse (build me a schoolhouse
the wooden schoolhouse the old country store
The winding dirt road that's winding no more
And the old swimmin' hole hears the sound of speeding wheels
with the schoolhouse bully
By doing that I had a lot of pull G
Cheating on tests making a mess
Cussing like a sailor at recess
It must a been
They had a warrant out for me all over the country
And I was trying to beat the raps in Idaho
I was breaking into a schoolhouse Sunday morning
the flag on the little red schoolhouse
Like the ball on election day,
Like a brass spittoon, and Daniel Boone,
It's strictly USA.
That is to say Bud!
As we climbed past the road to the schoolhouse
On the burnt crust browning pan hill
To where they don't take sad for an answer,
A place at the corner
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