To the tune of, well, you know the tune--

Mine eyes have seen the glory of the coming of the Lord,
He was rambling round the corner in a Ninteen Fifty Ford
With one hand on the throttle, and the other on a bottle
Of Mogen-David Wine!

Glory, Glory, What's it to ya?
Teacher hit me with a ruler
So I cracked her on the bean
With a rotten tangerine
And that teacher don't teach no more!

Glory, Glory, What's it to ya?
Teacher hit me with a ruler
So I met her at the door
With a loaded forty-four
And that teacher don't teach no more!