Changing the lyrics...
You need some background to understand this...

We had a lad in our class by the nickname of Danny, and this was mid seventies when there were more styles of haircut than you could shake a nit infested comb at... One of them was 'the feather', it looked good done in a salon by a professional.
Reg Willis operated out of his converted living room...
Our school song was 'Our Father, by whose servants.....'

Our Father, by whose servants
our house was built of old,
whose hand hath crowned her children
with blessing manifold,
for thine unfailing mercies
far-strewn along our way,
with all who passed before us,
we praise thy Name today.

Well, I think our version is pretty self explanatory....

"Oh Danny, by Reg Willis,
Your hair was cut of old,
His hands hath made your feather
A haircut to behold,
We hate you Danny bilge face,
And as we sing this song,
We hate your bloody haircut,
A feathercut gone wrong."

About 40 sixth formers trying desperatly to keep their voices just below the rest of the school...

And then realising the form masters are stood just behind them.
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