Students try to put you down
Try to knock you to the ground
Because of the kind of clothes you wear
Marten boots, outrageous hair
Don’t try to push me around
I’m sick of being lost and being found
Student power what a shower
Student power what a shower
Student power what a shower
Student power what a shower
Oh what a shower
You’ve got your union rules
They’re only read by intellectual fools
Try to stop us and soon you’ll see
You’ve got answers no for kids like me
Pompous clowns they put us down
Now it’s your turn to drown
Student power what a shower
You all talk about left and right
It’s not your blood that lost in the fight
You’re our future or so they say
Wait for the day I have my say
Read all about all you like
But when we burn the books and start again
Beethoven’s Ninth all over again
