Pink Floyd – The Happiest Days of our Lives Lyric

aus dem Album The Wall

When we grew up and went to school
There were certain teachers who would
Hurt the children in any way they could
"OOF!"
By pouring their derision
Upon anything we did
And exposing every weakness
However carefully hidden by the kids.

("What have we here laddie?
Mysterious scribblings?
A secret code?
No - poems, no less - poems everybody!
The laddie recons himself a poet!

'Money gets back
I'm all right Jack
Keep your hands off my stack
New car, Caviar,
Four star daydream twinkle by me
A football team'

Absolute rubbish, laddie!
(smack!)
Get on with your work!
Repeat after me:

An acre is the area of a rectangle ....)

But in the town, it was well known
When they got home at night, their fat and
Psychopathic wives would thrash them
Within inches of their lives