Man… I Had it Made
I’m amazing
Seriously I’m really very cool
When I went to school
With the headmaster
I drafed the rules.
We studied my hair
My cares
The clothes that I wear
In athletics we worked in pairs
Leapfrogging over teachers.
I say, ‘Man… I had it made.’
In assembly
All praised me
Whilst I sat serenely
Up on the stage
The deputy head
Kneeling as my page
The girls played with my hair
Putting it into braids.
I say, ‘Man… I had it made.’
School holidays were had
In celebration of my greatness
When the Queen came to visit
She called me Her Liege
And we sat in the staffroom
Drinking the teacher’s tea
Eating their cookies
We were hated
We ate all the sweeties
From the cupboard of things
Confiscated.
I say, ‘Man… I had it made.’
In maths we learnt trigonometry
By flying fighter planes
In science we studied biology
By experimenting on living brains
Geography was graded
By air miles flown
And in technology – oh my days!
We had to design our own
Mobile phones.
Mine was blinged out
Cos I was the best
It had an interface
To help me cheat on tests
It was an I-pod-PSP-Motorola
With remote control for my dirt bike
A built-in sub-woofer
To ensure I was heard right
The camera was built-in
And came with a camera crew
And the blue-tooth headset
Was set in ear muffs
To protect me from the flu.
I say, ‘Man… I had it made.’
But one day I wake up
Not feeling my best
I look down and count
One… two… three… Three!
Hairs on my chest
I call to my mum
muM… muM… MUM!
But my voice sounds like a foghorn
I look at my nose
And it’s got a pimple on!
I feel my chin
And it’s feeling kinda rough!
And I keep getting emotional
About really silly stuff.
I say, ‘Man… I didn’t have it made.’
I put on my jacket
And went to first class
Avoiding the girls
Afraid they would laugh
First class was science
And everyone was silent
The topic was ‘puberty’
And no one had revised it
We learnt about hormones
And things getting bigger
About personal hygiene
And BO being the trigger
Then Sir puts on a film
And there’s a boy
Who looks like me
He’s got a deep voice
His chin’s a bit stubble
‘This boy… is becoming a MAN!’
Said the teacher with a smile
Well.. I took my cue
Whipped off my jacket
And the girls went wild
They took pictures of my pimples
And clippings of my chest hair
I said, ‘Easy ladies, these fellers are rare.’
The other guys were jealous
But I didn’t care
Because I was becoming a man
And Man… I HAD IT MADE!
© Joseph Coelho from Overheard in a Tower Block (Otter-Barry Books)
VIDEOS
CLiPPA TEACHING SEQUENCES
Overheard in a Tower Block CLIPPA Teaching Sequence.pdf