Mrs. Blaileen

Mrs. Blaileen, she was a sixth grade teacher
And she controlled the children
By using humiliation
The target always seemed to be Donny
He's 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 bleach and tied Levi's
Donny decided to make some
But he didn't know to rinse them
So he came to school a reekin'
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 year or two younger
And he really thought he was something
He liked to harass other children
Or anyone he found out-numbered

Alone Don walks from fishing
Steven and his 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 his knife to his father and
Said "I think I hurt Steve"
Oh what a lonely boy

Mrs. Blaileen, she was a sixth grade teacher
And she controlled the children
By using humiliation
The target always seemed to be Donny
He's 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 bleach and tied Levi's
Donny decided to make some
But he didn't know to rinse them
So he came to school a reekin'
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