I’m a governor

 

We called up the head: at the meeting we said,
Now look, we will give you one chance!
We want the key data, to be sent out no later
Than the statutory week in advance.
We told him we needed this info
Our challenging role to fulfil
But sooner than just asking questions
I think we should go for the kill * .

Chorus: I’m a governor, I’m a governor from Manchester way
We bring all our challenge the hard northern way
I may be a pusscat on Sunday
But I am a pitbull on Monday.

The trends are descending, but levels are ending
So how will we know how kids do?
Each one of us pores at the average point scores
And we scan RAISE for any dark blue.
We query the progress and tracking
The narrowing gaps we should fill
But sooner than just asking questions
I think we should go for the kill.

I’m a governor, I’m a governor from Manchester way
We bring all our challenge the hard northern way
I may be a pusscat on Sunday
But I am a pitbull on Monday.

Our SBM’s new and she knows what to do
But we can’t take the finance on trust.
Our SFVS is a bit of a guess
But answer the questions we must.
We monitor income and spending
We check the accounts for each bill
But sooner than keep asking questions
I think we should go for the kill.

I’m a governor, I’m a governor from Manchester way
We bring all our challenge the hard northern way
I may be a pusscat on Sunday
But I am a pitbull on Monday.

Our absence rate’s high, and as hard as we try
Education is not seen as cool.
But the things they are taught and the family support
Help the children feel good about school.
We look at attendance in SATS week
The numbers of kids being ill
But sooner than just asking questions
I think we should go for the kill.

I’m a governor, I’m a governor from Manchester way
We bring all our challenge the hard northern way
I may be a pusscat on Sunday
But I am a pitbull on Monday.

So we’ll check what we need, as the governors agreed
When we met to review our own goals.
The impact we’re making, the targets we’re breaking
We think we have plugged all the holes.
When Ofsted announce they are coming
It might make our hearts feel a chill
But rather than answer their questions
I think we should go for the kill ….

I’m a governor, I’m a governor from Manchester way
We bring all our challenge the hard northern way
I may be a pusscat on Sunday
But I am a pitbull on Monday.

END

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* NB “Go for the kill” indicates that governors should follow up their questioning determinedly, and is not a recommendation that any headteachers should be physically harmed in order to extract answers from them.

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Based on:

I’ve been over Snowdon, I’ve slept upon Crowdon
I’ve camped by the Waynestones as well
I’ve sunbathed on Kinder, been burned to a cinder
And many more things I can tell
My rucksack has oft been me pillow
The heather has oft been me bed
And sooner than part from the mountains
I think I would rather be dead

Ch: I’m a rambler, I’m a rambler from Manchester way
I get all me pleasure the hard moorland way
I may be a wageslave on Monday
But I am a free man on Sunday

The day was just ending and I was descending
Down Grinesbrook just by Upper Tor
When a voice cried “Hey you” in the way keepers do
He’d the worst face that ever I saw
The things that he said were unpleasant
In the teeth of his fury I said
“Sooner than part from the mountains
I think I would rather be dead”

He called me a louse and said “Think of the grouse”
Well i thought, but I still couldn’t see
Why all Kinder Scout and the moors roundabout
Couldn’t take both the poor grouse and me
He said “All this land is my master’s”
At that I stood shaking my head
No man has the right to own mountains
Any more than the deep ocean bed

I once loved a maid, a spot welder by trade
She was fair as the Rowan in bloom
And the bloom of her eye watched the blue Moreland sky
I wooed her from April to June
On the day that we should have been married
I went for a ramble instead
For sooner than part from the mountains
I think I would rather be dead

So I’ll walk where I will over mountain and hill
And I’ll lie where the bracken is deep
I belong to the mountains, the clear running fountains
Where the grey rocks lie ragged and steep
I’ve seen the white hare in the gullys
And the curlew fly high overhead
And sooner than part from the mountains
I think I would rather be dead.

written by EWAN MACCOLL

Lyrics © THE BICYCLE MUSIC COMPANY

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