Teacher, may I be excused
I've got love and like confused
So if I may
Blow this whole school away!
Break out to the forest glade
Grab my axe and tune the blade
My stage is a branch,
My audience an avalanche.
The flat old world's on override
And my ship is sailing off the side...
Rockslide! Rockslide, whoa.
Rockslide! Rockslide, whoa.
Mirror, Mirror on the tree
Could she love a guy like me
Who won't use coal,
And won't endorse the ozone hole
But once a poacher's girl, I've heard,
Well, the rest can be inferred
But what's in a name
That really hurts endangered game
But we can rock when the worlds collide
If you haven't then you haven't tried...
Rockslide! Rockslide, whoa.
Rockslide! Rockslide, whoa.
You've got to play your card, girl
Love or the family
'Cause Rockslide,
But rock's never lied to me!
Teacher, would you walk me home
I'm afraid to go alone
I wouldn't dare...
The poacher thugs are everywhere!
She's gone bad, I should have guessed
Before I went and got obsessed
Well, here's my glade, Teacher
Look at all the mess I've made
The flat old world's on override
And my ship is sailing off the side...
Rockslide! Rockslide, whoa.
Rockslide! Rockslide, whoa.
(David Fernandes - drums)
Copyright 1996 Zach London