[MISS. TRUNCHBULL]
This school of late has started reeking -
Quiet, maggot, when I'm speaking! -
Reeking with a most disturbing scent...
Only the finest nostrils smell it
But I know it oh-too-well
It is the odor of rebellion
It's the bouquet of dissent!

And you may bet your britches
This headmistress
Finds this foul odiferousness
Wholly olfactorily insulting

And so to stop the stench's spread
I find a session of phys-ed
Sorts the merely rank from the revolting

[MISS. TRUNCHBULL, spoken]
Come along, squits!
I'll take it from here, Jenny!

[MISS. TRUNCHBULL, sung]
The smell of rebellion comes out in thе sweat
And phys-ed will get you swеating
And it won't be long before I smell the pong
Of aiding and abetting!
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