Freddy Cannon Abigail Beecher Lyrics

Abigail Beecher Lyrics

Hey, everybody get out of the street now

 I hear the roar of an XKE now

 Sloppy sweater and pony tail

 And the cop on the corner is turnin' pale

 Whoo! It's Abigail Beecher, our history teacher

 

 All the kids are just crazy about her

 Central High would be a drag without her

 She knows her history from A to Z

 She digs the monkey and the Watusi

 Whoo! It's Abigail Beecher, our history teacher

 

 Whoo!

 

 We're out in the hall and a-changin' classes

 Plays guitar, wears blue sunglasses

 She's prim and proper and a real swinger

 She's gonna be a rock-and-roll singer

 Whoo! It's Abigail Beecher, our history teacher

 

 Whoo!

 

 History class is getting' bigger and bigger

 They come from miles `cause they really dig her

 The P.T.A. was real sore

 When she walked in with a red surf board

 Whoo! It's Abigail Beecher, our history teacher

 

 Whoo!

 

 C'mon, girl

 Aw, you're too much!

 Whoo!

 C'mon, girl

 Whoo!

 

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