Mr. Moore Mr. Moore

Creaking down the corridor

Uh eh uh uh eh

Uh eh uh uh eh

Mr. Moore wears wooden suits

Mr Moore wears great big boots

Mr. Moore’s got hair like a brush

And Mr. Moore don’t like me much.

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When my teacher’s there I haven’t got a care

I do my sums I do gerzinters

When Mr. Moore comes through the door

Got a wooden head full of splinters.

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Mr. Moore I implore

My earholes ache my head is sore

Don’t come through the classroom door

Oh don’t come through the classroom door

Mister Mister Mister Moore.

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Mr. Moore wears wooden suits

Mr Moore wears great big boots

Mr. Moore’s got hair like a brush

And Mr. Moore don’t like me much.

Chorus.