Mrs Tolley

Get in your seat boy, Take out your pen, and write me something nice about Tchaikovsky

 

Sonny, put down that guitar, Sonny, this time you’ve gone too far

Told you boy, a thousand times, I ain’t got no time for Chuck Berry

 

Sonny, get out of my class, Sonny, your Rock ‘n Roll can kiss my ass (well it’s big enough)

Can’t you see you don’t belong, ‘cos there ain’t nothing wrong with Beethoven

 

Smash up that guitar boy, it won’t do you no good

‘Cos Tchaikovsky rocks, like Elvis never could

 

Sonny, you really don’t belong, Sonny, you call that a song

I can’t find no melody, so why d’you wanna be Eddie Cochrane

 

Sonny, I won’t tell you no more, Sonny, take your music out my door

Get out quick and don’t look back or you could face attack, from Tolley

 

Smash up that guitar boy, it won’t do you no good

‘Cos Tchaikovsky rocks, like Elvis never could

Now you’ll see, you need me, as I inspire you, like Elvis never could

(Words and music by Doc. © Cyhoeddiadau Mwldan)