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Hey, everybody get out of the street now
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I hear the roar of an XKE now
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Sloppy sweater and pony tail
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And the cop on the corner is turnin' pale
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Whoo! It's Abigail Beecher, our history teacher
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All the kids are just crazy about her
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Central High would be a drag without her
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She knows her history from A to Z
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She digs the monkey and the Watusi
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Whoo! It's Abigail Beecher, our history teacher
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Whoo!
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We're out in the hall and a-changin' classes
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Plays guitar, wears blue sunglasses
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She's prim and proper and a real swinger
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She's gonna be a rock-and-roll singer
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Whoo! It's Abigail Beecher, our history teacher
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Whoo!
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History class is getting' bigger and bigger
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They come from miles `cause they really dig her
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The P.T.A. was real sore
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When she walked in with a red surf board
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Whoo! It's Abigail Beecher, our history teacher
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Whoo!
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C'mon, girl
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Aw, you're too much!
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Whoo!
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C'mon, girl
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Whoo!
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FADE
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Abigail Beecher
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| Freddy Boom-Boom Cannon |
