Hello again chaps, thought might give my feelings about our wonderful school. This is to the tune of the Beatles Penny Lane.
In Kirky lane there is a master showing photographs,
Of every pupil that he's had the pleasure to beat.
And all the pupils that come and go,
Never stop to say hello.
In classrooms we had psychos with canes,
And the pupils kept a distance from him.
Cause the [censored] was really dim,
He likes to give out pain......very strange.
Kirky lane is in my thoughts and nightmares,
But the teachers have no cares,
There beneath the dank Manchester skies,
A little piece of me dies.
In Kirky lane all the pupils were under assault,
No matter if they were at fault.
The masters loved to give us many a hit,
They really did not give a [censored].
At last they found the best way for the school,
And all the expupils would stop and drool.
As they pulled the building down,
The worst institution in town.
Kirky lane is now gone for ever,
But our scars will fade never.
Yet we will not let it get us down.
The worst bleeding school in town.
MCGSB ..........RIP .......
Glad I got that of my mind.
God bless, TONY.