The Schoolmaster:

Schoolboy, schoolboy, did you hear what I said?
How am I supposed to make you see the light?
Its hard enough to sleepwalk through the day
Without some creepy lil boy like you bombarding my lonely shell
Glimpses of half open doors
Gleams in the night that I might well have followed myself.

Pink:

Teacher, teacher, you might as well be dead
All those years you tried to suck my brain away
It was hard enough to drag myself from bed
Without some crazy lunatic like you bombarding my still soft shell
Sticks and stones that you found lying around
In the pile of unspeakable feelings ya found
When you turn back the stone
Turned over the stone
Of your own disappointment at home.