Freddy Cannon - Abagail Beecher lyrics

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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 turnin' pale

Whoo! It's Abigail Beecher, our history teacher

All the kids are just crazy about her

Central High would be a drag without her

She knows her history from A to Z

She digs the monkey and the Watusi

Whoo! It's Abigail Beecher, our history teacher

Whoo!

We're out in the hall and a-changin' classes

Plays guitar, wears blue sunglasses

She's prim and proper and a real swinger

She's gonna be a rock-and-roll singer

Whoo! It's Abigail Beecher, our history teacher

Whoo!

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 surf board

Whoo! It's Abigail Beecher, our history teacher

Whoo!

C'mon, girl

Aw, you're too much!

Whoo!

C'mon, girl

Whoo!

FADE