The old ones are the best...

"On top of old Smoky, all covered with snow
I shot my old teacher with arrow and bow

I shot her with pleasure, I shot her with pride
No-one could miss her, she's 40 feet wide

I went to her funeral, I stood by the grave
Some people threw flowers, but I threw grenades"

Actually my school experience was rather more like Alaska Mike's. I have to say that at that point you're not usually thinking about song lyrics - surviving the next day is a big enough challenge. If Jesse's mainly wanting songs about not liking teachers, I suspect he's probably not doing too badly.

Graham.