Freddy Cannon — Abigail Beecher

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