School Days - Cliff Richard

Up in the mornin', out to school

The teacher is teaching the golden rule

American history, practical math

You’re studying hard and you’re hoping to pass

You’re working your finger right down to the bone

And the guy behind you won’t leave you alone

«Ring, ring», goes the bell

The cook in the kitchen’s ready to sell

But you’re lucky if you can find a seat

You’re fortunate if you get time to eat

Well, back in the classroom, open your books

Ooh, the teacher don’t know how mean she looks

Hail, hail rock and roll

Hail, hail rock and roll

Hail, hail rock and roll

Hail, hail rock and roll

Hail, hail rock and roll

Hail, hail rock and roll

As soon as 3 o’clock rolls around

And ya lay your burden down

Throw down your books and out of your seat

You go down the hallway, into the street

And you’re tryin' to forget just where you been

You find a juke joint, you go in

You drop the coin right into the slot

You gonna have something that’s really hot (like me, girl)

With the one you love, you’re makin' romance

All day long, been wantin' to dance

And ya feel the music from head to toe

It’s round, and round, and round we go

Long live rock and roll (x6)

Rock, rock, rock and roll (x12)