From my own collection of songs that I have made up other verses to, here goes one.

Set to the tune of: Battle Hymn Of The Republic

Mine eyes have seen the glory of the burning of the school,
We have tortured all the teachers, we have broken all the rules,
We have barbequed the principal and destroyed the P.T.A.,
Us kids are marching on!

Chorus: Glory, glory, halleujah!
Teacher beat me with a ruler,
I hit her in the bean with a frozen Jimmy Dean,
And she ain't my teacher no more.

Another is this: Heigh-Ho! Heigh Ho! It's off to work we go,
With razor blades and handgrenades and shotgun shells galore.

I had another 3 verses to this one but they have slipped my mind right now.

-Larry