Pink Floyd - Another Brick in the Wall

You! Yes, you! Stand still laddy!
When we grew up and went to school
There were certain teachers who would
Hurt the children anyway they could
By pouring their derision
Upon anything we did
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

We don't need no education
We don't need no thought control
No dark sarcasm in the classroom
Teacher leave the kids alone
Hey teacher leave the kids alone!
All in all it's just another brick in the wall
All in all you're just another brick in the wall