Schools days
by AC/DC
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Up in the morning and out to school
The teacher is teaching the golden rule
American history and practical maths
You studyin´ hard and you´re hopin´ to pass
Ooh you´re working your fingers right down to the bone
And the guy behind you won´t leave you alone
Ring ring goes the bell
The cook in the kitchen is ready to sell
But you´re lucky if you can find a seat
You´re fortunate if you got time to eat
Well back in the classroom open your books
Ooh the teacher don´t know how mean she looks
Hail hail rock ´n´ roll, hail hail rock ´n´ roll
Hail hail rock ´n´ roll, hail hail rock ´n´ roll
Hail hail rock ´n´ roll, hail hail rock ´n´ roooooll
As soon as 3 o´clock goes around
You finally lay your burden down
Throw down your books and outta your seat
You go down the hallway into the street
And you´re tryin´ to forget just where you´ve been
You find a juke joint, you go in
You drop the quarter right into the slot
You gotta hear something that´s really hot,
With the one you love you´re makin´ romance
All day long they wanted to dance
And you´re feeling the music from head to toe
As round and round and round you go
Get over here
Long live rock ´n´ roll, long live rock ´n´ roll Long live rock ´n´ roll, long live rock ´n´ roll Long live rock ´n´ roll, long live rock ´n´ roll, hey
Rock, rock, rock ´n´ roll, rock, rock, rock ´n´ roll Rock, rock, rock ´n´ roll, rock, rock, rock ´n´ roll, c´mon
Rock, rock, rock ´n´ roll, rock, rock, rock ´n´ roll
Rock, rock, rock ´n´ roll, rock, rock, rock ´n´ roll
Rock, rock, rock ´n´ roll, rock, rock, rock ´n´ roll
The teacher is teaching the golden rule
American history and practical maths
You studyin´ hard and you´re hopin´ to pass
Ooh you´re working your fingers right down to the bone
And the guy behind you won´t leave you alone
Ring ring goes the bell
The cook in the kitchen is ready to sell
But you´re lucky if you can find a seat
You´re fortunate if you got time to eat
Well back in the classroom open your books
Ooh the teacher don´t know how mean she looks
Hail hail rock ´n´ roll, hail hail rock ´n´ roll
Hail hail rock ´n´ roll, hail hail rock ´n´ roll
Hail hail rock ´n´ roll, hail hail rock ´n´ roooooll
As soon as 3 o´clock goes around
You finally lay your burden down
Throw down your books and outta your seat
You go down the hallway into the street
And you´re tryin´ to forget just where you´ve been
You find a juke joint, you go in
You drop the quarter right into the slot
You gotta hear something that´s really hot,
With the one you love you´re makin´ romance
All day long they wanted to dance
And you´re feeling the music from head to toe
As round and round and round you go
Get over here
Long live rock ´n´ roll, long live rock ´n´ roll Long live rock ´n´ roll, long live rock ´n´ roll Long live rock ´n´ roll, long live rock ´n´ roll, hey
Rock, rock, rock ´n´ roll, rock, rock, rock ´n´ roll Rock, rock, rock ´n´ roll, rock, rock, rock ´n´ roll, c´mon
Rock, rock, rock ´n´ roll, rock, rock, rock ´n´ roll
Rock, rock, rock ´n´ roll, rock, rock, rock ´n´ roll
Rock, rock, rock ´n´ roll, rock, rock, rock ´n´ roll