Mr. Carey Christenberry
You talk like a lady and you're five feet tall
You tried your very best to teach us all Thoreau, oh
Mr. Carey Christenberry
You told my mom at open house you loved my mind
I wish I'd read more of the books you assigned, ya know? Oh

Would I be good at life and art, whoa oh oh oh oh
If you hadn't told me I was smart
And set me apart?

Mr. Carey Christenberry,
You go to church but dont believe a God exists
You only do it cause your beautiful wife insists you go,
We know
Mr. Carey Christenberry,
You could have had a column in a magazine
But now your average reader is 17 or so, oh

I wanted to be like you some day, oh oh oh oh oh
Most of my friends thought you were gay
What does that say?

I guess I should have told you then
Whoa oh oh oh oh
Cause I wont get that chance again
No oh oh oh oh
You were weird, you were loud, you made me smile, you made me mad
You're the best teacher I ever had
So I hope you're listening

Mr. Carey Christenberry
You made us write a piece about what we'd learned
I didnt quite get it all on the paper I turned in though, no
Mr. Carey Christenberry
You may as well have taught me how to tie my shoes
Considering the frequency with which I use
The stuff I learned watching you blow a fuse

Mr. Carey Christenberry, Mr. Carey Christenberry

I guess that's all I had to say
I still wanna be like you some day

Mr. Christenberry