All my teachers, much greater than preachers All my teachers, much better than their features
I grew up in a rock block Wearing leather gear and zipper clock We kissed the girls and ran away Oh what a shame
We were living on beat street When I started moving my feet To Flash and Zapp I joined the gang The kids they sang
All my teachers, much greater than preachers All my teachers, much better than their features
I remember when the pop died Didn't like it on the country side All the precious time I waste We changed the taste
Moving on to a french house In the suburb of a funky town We worked and danced the night away The dj played
All my teachers, much greater than preachers All my teachers, much better than their features
This situation, the state I'm in This education, can never win
From technology to art school I developped my pop soul With all my electronic friends That never ends
All my teachers, much greater than preachers All my teachers, much better than their features
