Please, Sister, No, Sister, Don't, Sister, Don't, Sister
Please, Sister, No, Sister, Don't, Sister, Don't, Sister

That frustrated nun who taught my second grade
Tried to wreck my self-esteem
She said, "You don't fit in,
You'll be my punching bag then!"

CHORUS: Itchin', itchin' all day long now
To take her hangups out on me, yeah
Wants me in an institution
Sister Mary Paula

"Young man, come up here for a swat!" (Say what?)
"Young man, come up here for a swat!"

Used fantasy to help survive that class
Escaping each night through books in my room
Didn't want to talk yet
I preferred to forget

CHORUS: (REPEAT)

"Young man, come up here for a swat!" (Say what?)
"Young man, come up here for a swat!"

(MUSICAL BRIDGE)

No, No, Nooooooo!

Mom figured out what was going on
Took me right out of that school
Saw a pediatric shrink
Seven years, I think
Now, Now, Now

I've since recovered and life is fine
Doors opening one by one
If this song was any use
Surviving abuse
Well, Well, Well!

CHORUS 2: Itchin', itchin, all day long now
To take her hangups out on me
I escaped her institution
Sister Mary Paula

"Young man, come up here for a swat!" (Say what?)
"Young man, come up here for a swat!"