Hey! Student (live, the Assembly Rooms, Derby, 5th June 1994)

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Well, look out, Cecil, the judge is on the mail One hand down, two on your head You like to ride a shitty big nose And I have a big blue tail I'm gonna haste you up, haste you up, haste you up You're gonna get to the head of the cell and haste you up Haste you up, haste you up You're gonna get to the head of the cell, whoa! Well, look to work as old Judge O'Neill Hand in your hand, standing on the hills As you watch those two dogs down on your roll And make my black thunder chill Haste you up, haste you up, haste you up You're gonna get to the head of the cell and haste you up Haste you up, haste you up You're gonna get to the head of the cell Well, look to work, Judge O'Neill And there's love and fear You're sure heading away on this fast road And put your head your load And a long, long dance I'm gonna haste you up, haste you up, haste you up You're gonna get to the head of the cell and haste you up Haste you up, haste you up You're gonna get to the head of the cell We have just junior Comprehensive with soft in hand We've been learning small strictures And swimming out cold I'm gonna haste you up, haste you up, haste you up You're gonna get to the head of the cell and haste you up Haste you up, haste you up You're gonna get to the head of the cell and wax 'em up Wax 'em up, wax 'em up Wow, wow, wow, I said wax 'em up Wax 'em up, wax 'em up Wow, wow, wow, said whoa! I'm gonna hate pushers, hate pushers, hate pushers You're gonna get to the head of the cell and hate pushers Hate pushers, hate pushers You're gonna get to the head of the cell, whoa! Well, look out, Cecil, the judge is on the mail Hand in your hand, standing on the hills As you sort of black cat on the shore of this place Of the long, long, long, long days I'm gonna haste you up, haste you up, haste you up You're gonna get to the head of the cell and haste you up Haste you up, haste you up You're gonna get to the head of the cell and wax 'em up Wax 'em up, wax 'em up Wow, wow, wow, I said wax 'em up Wax 'em up, wax 'em up Wow, wow, wow, said whoa! I'm gonna haste you up, haste you up, haste you up You're gonna get to the head of the cell and haste you up Haste you up, haste you up You're gonna get to the head of the cell and wax 'em up Well, look out, Cecil, the judge is on the mail Sweat like days on picking up the pay As you swim out like this old wall And put my hand to the chill I'm gonna haste you up, haste you up, haste you up You're gonna get to the head of the cell