Lyrics

Oh, Lisa Jane, with your crooked grin,
Ruler in hand, let the lesson begin,
Got a face like thunder, and a stare like ice,
Don’t cross her path or she'll make you think twice.

She marks up your paper, red ink flows free,
Her grammar corrections, oh, they haunt me,
Syntax and spelling, her deadly game,
If you mess up, she'll call out your name.

(Chorus)
Lisa Jane, oh, Lisa Jane,
The crooked old hag with a bitter reign,
Queen of the classroom, boss of the hall,
You better sit straight, or you'll get the call.

(Verse 2)
Her voice is like nails on a chalkboard screech,
She’ll tear you apart with a five-minute speech,
Mumbles in Shakespeare, quotes Chaucer with flair,
Then cuts down your dreams with a cold, icy glare.

In the teacher’s lounge, she’s the queen of the crew,
Bossing the bosses, telling them what to do,
They say she's been teaching since time began,
With her grammar rules and her wicked plan.

(Bridge)
But maybe there’s more to old Lisa Jane,
Behind those thick glasses and her fierce disdain,
Maybe a heart that once loved a sonnet,
Buried beneath all those grades and comments.

(Chorus)
Lisa Jane, oh, Lisa Jane,
The crooked old hag with a fearsome name,
She may be harsh, she may be mean,
But we’ll always remember the boss, the queen.

(Outro)
So here’s to you, Lisa, in all your glory,
The legend, the myth, the infamous story,
With your crooked old ways, you leave your mark,
A grammar-loving tyrant with a teacher’s spark.