The teacher's name was Charles   He made me feel like Jack   Thought Martin was late   'Cause he sat right at the back      Thought my name was Peter   The time that I was there   I told him it was Paul   But he didn't seem to care      Drawing mustaches and glasses   While on the ruling classes   Drawing willies on soldiers   From Berlin to Damascus      It shouts out loud   I'm more than you, I'm more than you   It shouts out loud   I'm more than you, I'm more than you      Making bombs in chemistry   And catapults in craft   He thought I must be far too   Down for this class      He even told the caretaker   I didn't want to pass   And he agreed he'd seen me   Cutting cross his grass      Would he keep all the marbles   He'd taken in that year?   Would we storm-troop the staffroom   And pinch his cans of beer?      It shouts out loud   I'm more than you, I'm more than you   It shouts out loud   I'm more than you, I'm more than you      There is always something there to remind me   Something that I should've left behind me   It taps you on the shoulder in a queue   It shouts across the street, I've more than you   And there is always something there to remind me of you      It shouts out loud   I'm more than you, I'm more than you   It shouts out loud   I'm more than you, I'm more than you   It shouts out loud