اصل بول
ENترجمہ ابھی دستیاب نہیں۔ اصل بول دکھائے جا رہے ہیں۔
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 moustaches and glasses
While on the Ruling Classes
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 class
He even told the caretaker
I didn't want to pass
And he agreed he'd seen me
cutting 'cross his grass
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'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
Of 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
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
