Can he walk? Does she talk?
Is he still complete?
My really hot band teacher
Always pulled me from my seat

He was pure like pillows
No one could ever stain
The memory of my teacher
Could never cause me pain

Years go by I'm lookin' through a manly magazine
And there's my hot band teacher on the coverpage of "Scene"

CHORUS:
My heart beats fast
My memory has just been grasped
My teacher is the coverpage
Teacher is the coverpage
(Repeat)

Slipped me winks between classes
While I was thinkin' bout his glasses
I was shy I turned away
Before I caught his eye

I was shakin' in my shoes
Whenever he flashed those icey-blues
Something had a hold on me
When teacher passed close by

Those nice and soft button shirts
Too magical to touch
Too see him in those boxers
Is really just too much

CHORUS

It's okay I understand
This ain't no never-never land
I hope that when this issue's gone
I'll see you when your clothes are on

Take you car, Yes we will
We'll take your car and drive it
We'll take it to the bandroom
And watch old 8o's movies

A part of me has just been ripped
The pages from my mind are stripped
Oh no, I can't deny it
Oh yea, I guess I gotta buy it!