Paroles de Freckles

Freckles was his name He always used to get the blame For every broken window pane And how they'd yank him They'd always spank him In school, he'd tease the girls He always used to pull their curls The way that boy would carry on It was a shame And when the teacher found a tack on her chair Though a hundred children were there Everybody said, "freckles" He always got the blame Freckles was his name He always used to get the blame For every broken window pane In school, he'd tease the girls He always used to pull their curls The way that boy would carry on It was a shame And when the cat had kittens up in the hay One was black and seven were gray Everybody said, "freckles" He always got the blame And though his marks were lower Then the kids much slower His marks were perfect With the old bean blower Freckles was his name He always used to get the blame For every broken window pane In school, he'd tease the girls He always used to pull their curls The way that boy would carry on It was a shame