Sleuth principal
© PETER ANDERSSON

A MUSIC PARODY
BASED ON:
"SMOOTH CRIMINAL"
BY: MICHAEL JACKSON



BONUS QUOTE:
"This Fibonacci joke is as bad as the last two you heard combined."
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This one was written for an Amiright general challenge about turning a Michael Jackson song into something about school, learning or University.
The original song and a video for it can be heard/seen HERE.

Bastard's peeking through the window
So you don't play some Nintendo
When he sent you to detention
If he finds out, it'll be lengthened
No gum underneath the table
And no crib sheets, or finagle
If you're slouching in the class room
You'll be sent home, as his mouth spume

Abbey got a degrade
To an effing F grade
For her poor A-B-C

Billy got a tirade
When in the arcade
And a boss fight for free

Charlie he was surveyed
With a girl's eyeshade
Guess he don't like trannies

Davey got a band aid
And lost his switchblade
Then bent over his knee

Every single school day
His surveillance has no off-day
He's a horder of info
All the bad stuff, like an evil nanny
He will call all of the parents
Hence their uptick in depressants
Bring a porn mag to the break room
You'll be kicked out, as his mouth spume

Danny he was yelled at
When he spelled out that
Word potato with E

Millie got a shiner
But she's a little whiner
So she had it coming

Donald got a beating
For excessiv tweeting
In the classroom, oh gee

They've been caught by
They've been caught by our sleuth principal

So if you are in the hallway
Have your hall pass, clear on display
He don't buy some old evations
If you don't know your equations

Tommy, in the lunch queue
Showed off a tattoo
And got a knee to the D

Queenie's half nude selfie
Was rather gutsy
But she's now absentee

Billy's in a plaster
Our school's headmaster
Says he was tranqed from a tree

Guess he had a meltdown
From the letdown
Of our poor S-A-Ts

Every single weekday
His surveillance has no off-day
He's a drone and an oxbow
And his lessons filled with brimstone fire
He will come to your apartment
With a complaint and a warrant
Hide no reefer in your bedroom
You'll be locked up, as his mouth spume

Faculty's in schisms
His exorcisms'
Not everyone's cup of tea

We're in fear off...
All' in fear off our sleuth principal


(SPOKEN OVER THE INTERCOM AT 02:40 PM):
"OK, I want everybody to clear that lyrics sheet -
RIGHT NOW!!!"



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