Abigail Beecher Lyrics

Hey, everybody Get out of the street now I hear the roar of an XKE now Sloppy sweater and pony tail And the cop on the corner Is turning pale (CHORUS) Woo, It's Abigail Beecher Our history teacher All the kids Are just crazy bout her Central High would be A drag without her She knows her history From A to Z She digs the monkey And the Watusi (CHORUS) Woo We're out in the hall And a-changing classes Plays guitar Wears blue sunglasses She's prim and proper And a real swinger She's gonna be A rock and roll singer (CHORUS) Woo History class is Getting bigger and bigger They come from miles Cause they really dig her The P.T.A. was real sore When she walked in With a red surfboard (CHORUS) Woo, come on, girl Aw, you're too much Woo, come on, girl, woo