Freckles - The Band

Freckles was his name

He always used to get the blame

For every broken window pane

And how they’d yank him

They’d always spank him

In school, he’d tease the girls

He always used to pull their curls

The way that boy would carry on

It was a shame

And when the teacher found a tack on her chair

Though a hundred children were there

Everybody said, «Freckles»

He always got the blame

Freckles was his name

He always used to get the blame

For every broken window pane

In school, he’d tease the girls

He always used to pull their curls

The way that boy would carry on

It was a shame

And when the cat had kittens up in the hay

One was black and seven were gray

Everybody said, «Freckles»

He always got the blame

And though his marks were lower

Then the kids much slower

His marks were perfect

With the old bean blower

Freckles was his name

He always used to get the blame

For every broken window pane

In school, he’d tease the girls

He always used to pull their curls

The way that boy would carry on

It was a shame