We are from Whoredean, good girls are we,
We take a pride in our virginity,
We take precautions, Like having abortions,
For we are from Whoredean school.

Chorus ; Up school, Up school, Up school,
Right Up School, SHIT !
La dee da, two fingers up your crutch,
La dee da, three fingers are too much. Hey !

When we go to the beach for a swim,
People remark on the size of our quim,
You can bet your bottom dollar,
It's like a horse's collar, for we are from Whoredean school. Chorus
Our Headmaster, he is a fool,
He's really got a gi-normous tool,
It's alright for tunnels, and Queen Mary's funnels,
But no good for Whoredean school.
Chorus

Our math's master, he is a fool,
He's only got a teeny weeny tool,
It's alright for keyholes, and little girlies wee holes,
But no good for Whoredean school.
Chorus

Our gym mistress, she is the best,
She teaches us to develop our chest,
We wear tight sweaters, and carry french letters,
For we are from Whoredean school.
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Our French mistress, her name is Jane,
She only likes it now and again,
And again and again, and again and again,
For we are from Whoredean school.
Chorus

At the bottom of our garden there lives a tramp,
He is a deserter from the local army camp,
We call him Hector, vagina inspector,
For we are from Whoredean school.
Chorus

Our Headmistress, you cannot beat,
She lets us go out walking the street,
We sell our titties, for threepenny bitties,
For we are from Whoredean school.
Chorus