She teaches with me in a secondary modern school She teaches art and design The kids think she's cool She takes a Polaroid each day It helps us remember It's better that way She's got a boyfriend, I've got a wife She don't love hers, but I love mine I'm a good, good boy And I know how to draw the line With years seven, eight, and nine Every Monday lunchtime Oh, I've been in a rush The same as everyone else I should've taken more time to convince myself That the Bangladesh boys down on Upton Lane They can teach us just the same Give the boys what they want Give the boys what they want They don't know what they want But give the boys what they want I feel like I'm letting everybody down Wanted to paint it red Paint the whole of Stratford town Well, you know your eyes are Right in the middle of your head That's what the art teacher said I don't believe it, myself If I shiver and shake If I rattle and quake If I hold back the tears Will that make it safe? 'Cause the Catholic girls With the cornrowed hair They can teach us just the same They can teach us just the same Give the girls what they want Give the girls what they want They don't know what they want But give the girls what they want Oh, give the kids what they want Give the kids what they want We don't know what they want So give the kids what they want Oh, I've been in a rush The same as everyone else I should've taken more time to convince myself That the Bangladesh boys down on Upton Lane When they see her, feel the same