One remembers it now with a chill of (so to speak) recollected premonition. I've never heard of any of these. Typical of the 70s. Glory Glory Hallelujah, Teacher Hit Me With A Ruler By ParaTed2k @ParaTed2k (22969) Sheboygan, Wisconsin June 15, 2007 5:02pm CST Hid behind the door, with a loaded .44, and the teacher don't teach no more! Pages 60 Ratings 100% (2) 2 out of 2 people found this document helpful; This preview shows page 47 - 49 out of 60 pages. Mine eyes have seen the glory of the burning of the school I have tortured every teacher I have broken every rule I have shot the secretary and I hung the . . He sells most anything From hot dogs on down. r34, have you seen Pia Zadora's 80s ultra-camp video of that song? And she ain & # x27 ; t have gone golfing Regards, Williams! "Glory, glory hallelujah teacher hit me with a ruler I bopped her on the bean with a rotten tangerine and she ain't gonna teach no more." . I love that weenie man! I popped her on the bean with a rotten tangerine and her teeth came marching out! Oh no [oh no], he swallowed my toe [he swallowed my toe], Oh gee [oh gee], he's up to my knee [he's up to my knee], Oh fiddle [oh fiddle], he swallowed my middle [he swallowed my middle], Oh heck [oh heck], he's up to my neck [he's up to my neck]. Recorded by John and Ruby Lomax, 1939 To mikro potamaki Helen Sarris, aged ten, sings a children's play song in Greek. You might do so as well, so we'll take a few moments out for that. Teacher hit me with a ruler. ~~~~~ The PCAS, organized in 1971, is the largest, and from the view of those who have visited several regional meetings, the most thriving of the regional associations. All lyrics are property of their respective owners & are provided for informational & educational purposes only. The teacher hit me with a ruler . My teacher hit me with a ruler. Teaching and Music, Teachers in Contemporary Music: School as Prison, If you were to google teachers in contemporary music the list that Wikipedia supplies is, astounding. And so I jumped Ito the air But I missed that branch away up there! My poor teacher, with a 50 millimeter the ruler snapped and they all began to laugh hate you of! Who's got more? We have tortured every teacher We have broken every rule. I outgrow them, then throw them, Those who wear them will never be square When the bully, gives a wedgie Pray that they wont ever tear God bless my underwear, my only pair. .So I met her at the bank with a Sherman army tank and she ain't my teacher no more. In Edmonton Canada in the 1970s, I heard it sung as "met her at the door with a loaded .44" and "met her at the . The train was so quick. Glory, glory, hallelujah! Stand beside them, and guide them, Through the rips, through the holes, through the tears. These children's rhymes are as old as the songs they parody. Was your version the same? "On top of spaghetti, all covered with mud I shot my poor teacher with a .44 slug I shot her with pleasure, I shot her with pride I could . (fthe double jumpropes then are moved faster and faster and are raised higher and higher). I know, but I was curious as to how widespread it is, and I'm also interested in the method of transmission - is it solely from older kids teaching it to the younger classes? Hello. Glory glory Hallelujah, Teacher hit me with a ruler, I kicked her in the belly And she wobbled like a jelly And she ain't going to hit me no more! Exactly small change s version ] glory, glory, glory, hallelujah, teacher me. Glory, glory, Halleluia - Baby Boomers Bus Songs My eyes have seen the glory of the burning of the school We have tortured every teacher We have broken every rule. I'd get onto my kids for singing them. Course Hero is not sponsored or endorsed by any college or university. songs that come to you and create a separate list. A little insight into the mind of a music obsessive. When you're driving in your Chevy, and your pants are gettin' heavy! Teacher hit me with a ruler When we got older and spoke of her, we changed a letter. I fooled Mommy. OLD AUNT DINAH SICK IN BED 'Old Aunt Dinah sick in bed Eegisty -ogisty! I went to her funeral I went to her grave I brought her some flowers And a grenade. Glory, glory, hallelujah My teacher hit me with a ruler I hid behind her door with a loaded .44 And the teacher don't teach no more! ), but I'm not entirely sure. My eyes have seen the glory of the burning of the school WHY DON'T YOU JUST KILL YOURSELF, MARKIE PRICE? That would bring the ACLU down on the school faster than a trial lawyer on a drug with nasty side effects. Glory, Glory, Hallelujah! Glory, glory, hallelujah Teacher hit me with a ruler Met her in the attic with a semi-automatic And she ain't my teacher no more! Glory, glory hallelujah, teacher hit me with a ruler Hid behind the door with a loaded 44, and she don't teach no more. The regional variations are interesting. Glory, glory, hallelujah Teacher hit . /Span > Gopher //forums.digitalspy.com/discussion/1287991/play-ground-rhymes-from-your-childhood/p5 '' > Battle Hymn without thinking of those comments < a ''. I remember a somewhat different version of that one, OP. Learned that back in 1st or 2nd grade. Lily Robertson Friday Apr 4, 2008 at 12:53 pm I popped her on the bean with a tangerine. Glory, Glory..Hallelujah. Please post these little gems that you remember. His truth is marching on. Please click here to get full access and no ads for $1.99 or less per month. .So I met her in the attic with a German automatic and she ain't my teacher no more. Lisa & Jimmy sitting in a tree K-I-S-S-I-N-G First comes love Then comes marriage Then comes Lisa in a baby carriage Sucking her thumb Peeing in her pants Doing the hula hula dance. comes the second one see how they wiggle and sqirrrm, (sung to the tune of the Beatles' "Yesterday"), A - youre an arsonist, B - youre a bellybutton, D - you're delirious, E - youre an elephant, G - youre a gooly goon, H - youre a hairy loon, J - youve got jabby knees, K - Klaustrophobia, PQ- particularly queer, R-S-T- responsibility, U- pick your nose in bed, V-you're a vomit head. Miss Mary Mack Mack Mack All dressed in black black black With silver buttons buttons buttons All down her back back back She asked her mother mother mother For fifty cents cents cents To see the boys boys boys Pull down their pants pants pants They jumped so high high high They reached the sky sky sky They never came back back back Till the Fourth of July July July Goodbye! There are many variations of this song, which nearly always leave the first two lines of the verse and chorus nearly intact and change the third, with some variations to the fourth. Mine eyes have seen the glory of the burning of the school And my teacher ain't my teacher no more. We feed Baby Einstein into their wee brains as babies. Its activities are financed by conference registration fees and sponsoring institutional support. If you can't find the email you can resend it here. How dry I am, how wet I'll be, if I don't find the bathroom key. And my teacher ain't my teacher no more. Sent for the doctah-doctah said, Eegisty -ogisty! We have broken every rule. ashbloem. The oldest reported version describes a further indignity visited upon the singer by the teacher, but the later ones all describe getting some kind of revenge on her or the other workers at the school. PM me if you want the rest of the song. We sang "Glory, Glory Hallelujah!/Teacher hit me with a ruler./I hit her in the butt with a rotten coconut/And we don't have a teacher no more." Hot dog! You might do so as well, so we'll take a few moments out for that. etc., ending with: instead of going to heaven he went to bed, _________ (insert name of someone you don't like) is a friend of mine He will blow you anytime For a nickle or a dime Fifty cents overtime, If you have a union pass, he will even lick your ass If you have a credit card, he will blow you extra hard (goes onforgot the rest), We must, we must We must develop a bust The bigger, the better, the tighter the sweater The boys depend on us, -tee, rostle-tee, hey donny dostle-tee, knickety-knackety, retro-quo-quality, willoby-wallaby, Now, now, now, Ristle-tee, rostle-tee, hey donny dostle-tee, knickety-knackety, retro-quo-quality, willoby-wallaby, Now, now, now, She gave me my hat and she showed me the door, Ristle-tee, rostle-tee, hey donny dostle-tee, knickety-knackety, retro-quo-quality, Now, now, now. Glory, Glory, Hallelujah, Teacher hit me with a ruler I blew her out the door with a rusty 44 And my teacher ain't my teacher no more. I hit her in the butt Kids are lovely aren't they? Fatty and Skinny were laying in bed, Fatty rolled over and Skinny was dead. One inches, two inches, three inches, four inches. (ropes raised higher and higher until jumper can't jump the ropes), There was an old woman who lived in a shoe, milk milk (touch your left nipple then your right nipple). She bopped me on the bean with a rotten tangerine." Even so, most of our plotting had to do with things like her getting suddenly elected to a space programme and accidentally falling out an air lock somewhere in the vicinity of the moon. This is great! We have snuck into the office And we tickled (or hung) the principal. . Hit her in the seater with a 50 millimeter One song went: "Glory, glory, hallelujah. Everbody knows a peeenus and some testicles. I like this version of R134's ditty, from Fannie Flagg's [italic]Daisy Fay and the Miracle Man:[/italic], Oh, she pooted and she farted and she shit on the floor, She wiped her ass on the knob of the door, The moon shone bright on the nipple of her tit, She brushed her teeth with blueberry shit, Peekin' through the keyhole to see what she could see, Squattin' on the floor on her bended knee, Her dress was up and her panties were down, She's got the cutest ass we've seen around. Now, everyone in my first grade class hated our teacher. Your California Privacy Rights / Privacy Policy. 1. The following was cited in 1961: Mine eyes have seen the glory of the burning of the school; We have tortured every teacher, we have broken every rule; We have poisoned every principal and secretary, too; The kids are marching on. You ain . Your father's in the navy, your mother's in the marines, your sister's on the toilet, bombing submarines. Baby Baby Stick your head in gravy Wash it out with bubble gum And send it to the navy. Ladies and gentlemen, hobos and tramps, crosseyed mesquitos and bull legged ants, I come before you to stand behind you to tell you something I know nothing about. Top of old smokey, all covered with blood, I shot my poor teacher, a. Teacher hit me with a ruler, This item is part of a JSTOR Collection. .So I met her in the attic with a German automatic and she ain't my teacher no more. We have tortured all the teachers, we have disobeyed the rules. My eyes have seen the glory of the burning of the school Press J to jump to the feed. "Git up, Dinah-Ring-ding-ah-ding---ah! The editor invites the submission of articles dealing with any aspect of American or international, contemporary or historical, popular culture. Glory, glory, hallelujah! My brothers created an obscene amount of those. We have beaten every teacher, we have broken every rule! 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