I had a math teacher 

When I was in eighth grade

We' d hang out at his house

And play video games

 

I thought it was a little strange

I thought he was weird

But, he let us smoke weed

And he'd buy us beer

 

Well, the years go by

And I forget all about it

Then I start hearing stories

About how he was outed

 

I knew he was funny

I never fell for his ploys

Apparently I was smarter

Than some other boys

 

I'll get to the point

Cause, I could go on and on

But, if your teacher's looking at your ass

You know there's something wrong

 

                 

THE END