At 3 p.m. the teacher works The kids are gone the lights are off In the hallway, it always looks just like a horror film Pouring over copies of the same goddamn exam And the staplers jammed, again Well it ain't much But it's the best he can do He's out of touch But he was the student too Oh the teacher Oh the teacher And he sounds just like At 6 p.m. the wife calls in, and tell her man to come back home Can you stop pick up the beef, hurry and return to me And oh don't you know, that everything is fine As far as I know, I ain't lying It ain't much But it's the best he can do He's out of touch But he was the student too Oh the teacher Oh the teacher And he sounds just like