I've Got A Teacher, She's So Mean
I've got a teacher, she's so mean,
She never laughs, she always screams,
She says, "Pay attention and do what I said,"
But if you ask me, she's crazy in the head.
She makes me nervous, she makes me squirm,
She says, "All teachers must be firm."
She always calls on me when I don't raise my hand,
So I answer her in ways that she can't understand.
She says, "What is the answer to number two?"
I say, "Ock nock ditty wok, dickie pickie poo."
She says, "Don't be funny, you'd better get it right."
I say, "Shimmie, Gimmie Galla Gillie, tacky ticky tite."
She never lets us laugh, she never lets us smile,
"Wipe that grin off your face, you're acting just like a child."
It's, "work, work, work--no late papers today."
She's tired of excuses and yells at us all day.
She doesn't like children, she doesn't like kids,
Likes only regulations and you know I never did.
I never see her laughing, she's so strict,
She never believes me when I say I'm feeling sick.
She doesn't think it's funny when I fall off my chair,
And everybody knows that she's really unfair.
She can't understand me and I've got it made;
But I know she really loves me 'cause I'm still in first grade
Tengo una maestra, es tan mala
Tengo una maestra, es tan mala,
Nunca se ríe, siempre grita,
Dice: 'Presta atención y haz lo que dije',
Pero si me preguntas, está loca de remate.
Me pone nervioso, me hace retorcer,
Dice: 'Todos los maestros deben ser firmes'.
Siempre me llama cuando no levanto la mano,
Así que le respondo de formas que no puede entender.
Dice: '¿Cuál es la respuesta al número dos?',
Yo digo: 'Ock nock ditty wok, dickie pickie poo'.
Dice: 'No seas gracioso, más te vale acertar',
Yo digo: 'Shimmie, Gimmie Galla Gillie, tacky ticky tite'.
Nunca nos deja reír, nunca nos deja sonreír,
'Borra esa sonrisa de tu cara, te estás comportando como un niño'.
Es 'trabaja, trabaja, trabaja, hoy no hay tareas tarde',
Está cansada de excusas y nos grita todo el día.
No le gustan los niños, no le gustan los chicos,
Solo le gustan las reglas y sabes que nunca me gustaron.
Nunca la veo riendo, es tan estricta,
Nunca me cree cuando digo que me siento mal.
No le parece gracioso cuando me caigo de la silla,
Y todos saben que es realmente injusta.
No puede entenderme y la tengo ganada;
Pero sé que realmente me quiere porque todavía estoy en primer grado
Escrita por: Barry Louis Polisar