Abigail Beecher

Abigail Beecher
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
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
Woo, It's Abigail Beecher
Our history teacher
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
Woo, It's Abigail Beecher
Our history teacher
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
Woo, It's Abigail Beecher
Our history teacher
Woo, come on, girl
Aw, you're too much
Woo, come on, girl, woo