Mrs. Blaileen Lyrics

Mrs. Blaileen - she was his sixth grade teacher,
And she controlled to children
By using humiliation.
The target always seemed to be Donny.
He was a bit slower than the others.
When he was quite young,
His mother died at the kitchen table,
While choking on some food.
The fashion of the day
Was bleached and tied Levis.

Donny decided to make some.
But he didn't know to rinse them.
So he came to school areekin.
Bleach stench filled the classroom.
Mrs. Blaileen began to chastise.
She made him feel like an asshole
Two feet small.
Oh what a lonely boy

Don and Ronald
They always stuck together
For they were a bit different than the others
And they were as tight as brothers
Then Ronald moved away.
Now Steven,
He was a year or two younger,
And he really thought he was something.
He liked to harass other children,
Or anyone he found outnumbered.

Alone Don walks from fishing.
Steven and a friend they stop him.
They took his hat and they taunt him.
Pimp-slap him with a newspaper.
Don lunged forward with his fish knife,
Then ran all the way home weeping.
He gave the knife to his father and
Said "I think I hurt Steve."
Oh what a lonely boy.