Verse 1
Hey Mr Kay, remember me?
Sat at the back in poetry
Trying not to show
You were blowing my mind?
Verse 2
Do you still wear grey twill vests?
Look like a banker in distress?
Ignoring all the rules
Turning up to school half cut?
Chorus
It's happy hour in the Poets Bar
And everybody sends their warm regards
Got Byron by my side and Plath on my lap
I'm telling them all about you
Because you made poetry cool
Verse 3
School days were filled with petty rules
Ties and tuck and bullies and fools
You showed me the world
Beyond the gates with words
Chorus
It's happy hour in the Poets Bar
And everybody sends their warm regards
Got Byron by my side and Plath on my lap
I'm telling them all about you
Because you made poetry cool
Verse 4
There were teachers more wise or kind
But their names have slipped my mind
The lessons of your class
Will last all of my days
Chorus
It's happy hour in the Poets Bar
And everybody sends their warm regards
Got Byron by my side and Plath on my lap
Whitman to my left, Hughes to my right
And they all agree, you're the toast tonight
I told them all about you, Mr. Kay
Because you made poetry so cool
