282.  ROEDEAN SCHOOL
Melody--We Shall Not Be Moved
(Take turns leading verses)

We are from Roedean, good girls are we,
We take great pride in our virginity,
We take precautions and avoid abortions,
For we are from the Roedean School.

CHORUS: Up school, up school, up school,
Right up school!
Laah-lah, laah-lah, lah, lah, lah, lah, lah,
Laah-lah, laah-lah, lah, lah, lah, lah, lah.

Our school porter, he is a fool,
He's only got a teeny weeny tool,
All right for keyholes and little girlies' peeholes,
But not for girls from Roedean School.

When we go out to the vicar's for tea,
He likes to bounce us up and down on his knee,
He feed him brandy, which makes him feel randy,
For we are from Roedean School.

When we go down to the beach for a swim,
The people remark on the size of our quim,
You can bet your bottom dollar, it's big as a horse's 						collar, 
For we are from Roedean School.

Our head prefect, her name is Jane,
She only likes it now and again,
AND AGAIN, AND AGAIN, AND AGAIN, AND AGAIN,
For she is from Roedean School.

Our house mistress, she can't be beat,
She lets us go walking in the street,
We sell our titties for three-penny bitties,
Right outside of Roedean School.

Our sports mistress, she is the best,
She teaches us how to develop our chest,
We wear tight sweaters and carry French letters,
For we are from Roedean School.

Each week at Roedean we have a dance,
We don't wear bras and we don't wear pants,
We like to give all the fellows a chance,
For we are from Roedean School.

Our head gardener, he makes us drool,
He's got a great big dirty whoppin' tool,
All right for tunnels and Queen Mary's funnels,
And great for the girls at Roedean School.

We have a new girl, her name is Flo,
Nobody thought that she would have a go,
But she surprised the vicar by raising him quicker,
Than any other girl at Roedean School.

We are from Roedean, lesbos are we,
Caused by living in an all-girls dormit'ry,
It's light out at seven, candles out at eleven,
For we are from Roedean School.

We go to Roedean, don't we have fun,
We know exactly how it is done,
When we lie down we hole it in one,
For we are from Roedean School.

Those girls from Cheltenham, they are just sissies,
They get worked up over one or two kisses,
It takes wax candles and long broom handles, 
To rouse the girls at Roedean School.

We go to Roedean, we can be had,
Don't take our word, boy, ask your old dad,
He brings his friends for breath-taking trends,
For we are from Roedean School.

In our winter we wear our J.D.'s,
Long combinations well below our knees, 
It's all right for dragging, but no good for shagging,
For we are from Roedean School.

From Paul Woodford, "Hash Hymns II" (Honolulu, Hawaii, 1994)