That's why they call me Dear Lord! I am a Lord, I am a Lord! (Dear Teacher!..)
I dress up a black suit, black shoes and a tie You'd better do you home task, be on time in a class You've never seen a good-mannered gangster rapping like an elf Look at me: I'm your teacher of English itself! You're scared, you're crying! Don't run away - it's too late Don't swallow your school diary - you'll have your stomach X-rayed That is a belt, I'll put it o'er your hands and tie you to your bed You'll be mad while learning all the grammar you will get! You used to laze around, now you will study hard You'll be punished every time unless you learn by heart Types of questions, tenses, modal verbs, Auxiliaries in addition to enter university! Look at your bad-mannered friends screaming "Fuck off" I'll make'em want to leave you and read Bulgakov. Go complain to your mother that you're stolen in the stable But don't hurry up - she's lying on my teacher's table! You'd better get it clear who of us is A Lord and who is a subordinate. There is Only one rule pushes me from the inside: Whatever you say is wrong, whatever I say is right! Remember what I said, learn by heart my word You will still be thankful for my dirty work I catch ill-mannered juveniles just like you And make'em all intelligent - so that is what I do! Not everybody knows what it’s like to be a teacher Just "Shut you mouth, lil cub!" - and that’s my foremost feature!
That's why they call me Dear Lord! I am a Lord, I am a Lord! (Dear Teacher!..)