Lyrics:

Hey everybody, get out of the street, now
I hear the roar of an XK-E, now
Sloppy sweater and ponytail
And the cop on the corner is turnin' pale
Whoa, it's Abigail Beecher
Our history teacher

All the kids are just crazy 'bout her
Central High would be a drag without her
She knows her history from A to Z
She digs the Monkey and Watusi
Whoa, it's Abigail Beecher
Our history teacher, whoa

We're out in the hall and a-changin' classes
Plays guitar, wears blue sunglasses
She's prim and proper and a real swinger
She's gonna be a rock 'n' roll singer
Whoa, it's Abigail Beecher
Our history teacher, whoa


History class is gettin' bigger and bigger
They come for miles 'cause they really dig her
The PTA was really floored
When she walked in with a red surfboard
Whoa, it's Abigail Beecher
Our history teacher, whoa

Come on, girl
Aw, you're too much
Whoa
Come on, girl
Whoa