once i was stalked by my teacher, letourneau
once i was stalked by letourneau, i say
i was but a young boy...shy around women
shy around women..until that dark day

she could see by my outfit...that i was a schoolboy
she lurked and she preyed...and she gave me the eye
came and laid down beside me...the details are gory
she showed me her breasts, not to mention her thighs

once a teacher would paddle...and give students, thrashings
when mary paddles...its more like its play
first in her own house...sometimes at the schoolyard
she was caught and arrested and taken away

she liked having young boys...to carry on, boffin'
sexy old maiden...just having a ball
she liked 'em precocious...her clothes, she'll be doffin'
mary will liven the kids up this fall

she'll talk to them lowly...seduce them quite slowly
see the boys march...to her sexual song
takes them into the alley...pulls the wool o'er them
i was a young boy...now i know she done wrong

now i am a father...and she is a mother
though i'm still a young boy, i've kids of my own
and now i'm so tired of...the love that once thrilled me
fualaau's my name...and that name will live on

my trust had been broken...it was most upsetting
my teacher, letourneau...will wed me today
she took this young schoolboy...and with him, she dallied
and there stands the stalker...in wedding array

we walked the aisle slowly...and read the vows lowly
sadly i marched...down the aisle, wide and long
a victim of folly...i'm screwed here, by golly
she wanted a young boy....though she knew it was wrong