Ichabod Crane

From "Sleepy Hollow: The Rock Opera"

Simple little kids with their simple little lessons

Feet, clock,

Play with the chalk

Fiddle with the pointer and wait

I don't want to see you looking so stupid

Bend quick

Ten with the stick

I don't need a reason to hate you

My years of disciplining kids have led to conclude

I'm not to spare the rod and spoil the mood

So bend to the cane of Icabod Crane

You could all learn a lesson or two

Well-bred, and certainly he's well-read

And he only reads things that he knows are true

And things that are plain to Icabod Crane

Are beyond the reach of people like you

My, isn't he a nice guy

Doesn't everybody think so

Me too.

Aren't you the kid with the mother with the pig farm

Tom, right

Well, you never were bright

A think a home tutor'd be best

Every Dutch mother is a sucker for a scholar

Thanks ma'am,

For seconds on ham

Leftovers go in the guest room

We need more clever little lads like Thomas at our school

'Cause my income breaks down to meals per fool.

So welcome to the brain of Icabod Crane

You could all learn a lesson or two

Well-bred, and certainly he's well-fed

Cause he chews the fat with people with the fat to chew

And things that pertain to Icabod Crane

Rarely ever make a difference to you

My, isn't he a nice guy

Doesn't everybody think so

Me too.

Behold and lo
You kids have no respect
For things that you don't know
The dark circles grow
So give Old Scratch his due
And watch out where you go

(David Fernandes - drums and bass

Molly Smith - flute)