Long many, many years prior

I can still remember, Ms Tora’s smile

And I knew if I had my chance

That I could squander our finance

And then maybe you could all advance

But Ofsted, shed their bloodshed

131, my only bunk bed

Bad news in the newsletters

And the sweaters didn’t get any better

I think I have my lifespan

When Prince got admitted to PrinceTAN

But something wounded me deep inside

The day DoubleU-Ay - died

So bye, bye, DoubleU-Ay five

Drove the Porsche to the fort, but the fort didn’t thrive

Them good ol’ CPs having Lucozade and fries

Singing this will be the day I revise

This will be the day I revise

Buddy’s dad where have you gone?

Cause PC Singh is a put on

Do you believe in the chatzone?

Cause it’s all alone, a gravestone

Well I’m sorry I let that pedo in

And I’m sorry that Darnell broke the window again

But with jungle at the top of the charts

I think I might just retire in March

And I knew that I was out of luck

And I knew that I was out of luck

The day, the night, the moment

DoubleU-Ay - died

So I started singing:

Bye, bye, DoubleU-Ay Five

Drove the Porsche to the fort, but the fort didn’t thrive

Them good ol’ CPs having Lucozade and fries

Singing this will be the day I revise

This will be the day I revise

Oh, yeah

Now for four years, we’ve been on our own

Found a way to blow ‘em a cyclone

Let’s have prom on a yacht!

Go further in debt, just why not!

And while the clan convened in park

Jesse chalked up many a, many a marks

And Vleron left for PSG

All carefree, when Mckenzie was all aggrieved

And Maknassa, who petitioned to be free

Now Joseph’s mom is no more

And Mazin left for the Great War

They both spiced up this youth club

And I think I might just make Global Cafe into a pub

And Kurt was one hell of a buck

Now he works at a god damn garbage truck

We’re all just a pile of shmucks

The day, DoubleU-Ay - died

So we were singing:

My, my DoubleU-Ay five

Drove the Porsche to the fort, but the fort didn’t thrive

Them good ol’ CPs having Lucozade and fries

Singing this will be the day I revise

This will be the day I revise

I met Billy down in the cellar

Thought I’d make him happy by building some propellers

But he just turned his back and walked away

So I went down to the football pitch

And everyone missed their goals without a hitch

But still, the day felt grey

And in the sixth form centre

The children soccerheaded

The head of physics somewhat receded

But not one hero was spoken

The fire alarm aptly betoken

And the senior leadership team I admire the most -

Jaya, Butler and the Harvard’s ghost

They deported to the Hammerman’s coast

The day, DoubleU-Ay - died

And they were singing:

Bye, bye DoubleU-Ay five

Drove the Porsche to the fort, but the fort didn’t thrive

And them good ol’ CPs having Lucozade and fries

Singing this will be the day I revise

Yeah, this will be the day I revise

Bye, bye DoubleU-Ay five

Drove the Porsche to the fort, but the fort didn’t thrive

And them good ol’ CPs having Lucozade and fries

Singing this will be the day I revise

This will be the day I revise