The teacher´s name was Charles
He made me feel like Jack
He thought Martin was late
Cause he sat right at the back

He thought my name was Peter
The time that I was there
I told him it was Paul
But he didn´t seem to care

Ah ah ah

Drawing moustaches and glasses
While on the ruling classes
Drawing willies on soldiers
From Berlin to Damascus

It shouts out loud
I´ve more than you, I´ve more than you
It shouts out loud
I´ve more than you, I´ve more than you

Making bombs in chemistry
And catapults in craft
He thought I must be far too
Down for this class

He even told the caretaker
I didn´t want to pass
And he agreed he´d seen me
Cutting across his grass

Ah ah ah

Would he keep all the marbles
He´d taken in that year
Would we stormtroop the staffroom
And pinch his cans of beer

It shouts out loud
I´ve more than you, I´ve more than you
It shouts out loud
I´ve more than you, I´ve more than you

There is always something there to remind me
Something that I should have 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´ve more than you, I´ve more than you
It shouts out loud
I´ve more than you, I´ve more than you
It shouts out loud