La sécurité de l'emploi

They're funny this year
It's hard to guess right from the start
Who’s gonna get busted for the scooters they stole
Who’s gonna be locked up for dealing too much

Me, as a good teacher, I'm ready
A bit of math and English, some kickboxing, karate
Too bad for geography, what they know about Italy
Is just vaguely spaghetti and Rocco Sifredi

The plan for this year
In English, we should manage to read a whole book
But even Dan Brown and Marc Lévy have more than a hundred words of vocab
We'll still be reading the preface even after winter

And my neighbor, seeing me, will say
"Bunch of lazy bums, so you’re back already, you don’t know what it’s like to work, with your 20-hour weeks, you work less than a mailman, and to think I pay for your vacations, and you’re not even tanned!"
Quick, papers to grade, 2/3 Prozac, 8 coffees,
But I still hear him from downstairs
"And I’m not even counting job security."

The one with glasses, he’s my gifted kid
He can write his name without mistakes, he can count, wow!
Well, that’s not bad for a third grader, you gotta take what you can get
It’s clear a brain like that is gonna get bullied

35 students this year,
I asked them what they wanted to be when they grow up
I’ve got 10 Zidane, 15 Amel Bent, and 9 Bouba,
One original wants to be a bouncer and a lawyer.
He must have seen it with Courbet
That being a lawyer isn’t bad if you ever go to jail.
They all think they’ll pass their exams by watching Temptation Island
Thanks for everything TV does for them.

And my neighbor, the same as yesterday, will say:
"Bunch of government workers, so you’re back already, you don’t know what it’s like to work, with your 20-hour weeks, you work less than a supervisor, and to think I pay for my kid, he flunked first grade"
Quick, report cards to fill out, 2/3 Prozac, and 8 kirs,
But I still hear him from downstairs
"And I’m not even counting job security."

The ministry’s directives
Force us to have more regular meetings
We even have meetings to plan the next meetings
Or to decide what we can give as punishments without risks

'Cause no more grades, every now and then
Just gotta send them encouraging texts
The evaluation isn’t up to you, they tell you if you’re cool.
I still prefer they give me grades rather than headbutts

Impossible to make them repeat a year
The poor darlings, we mustn’t disturb them
The programs need to be simplified, there are too many lessons, it overwhelms them
They even suggested giving the diploma with the next PlayStation

And my neighbor, you know him, will say
"Bunch of overpaid slackers, you do nothing all day, you must not be tired, with your 20-hour weeks, you work less than an unemployed person, and no boss and no productivity, it’s not for what you really do"
Quick, parents to meet, 2/3 Prozac, 8 Grand Marnier

And given their investment, next year won’t get any better
Maybe I should think about adopting them
Come in the morning, put them to bed at night
And maybe sleep in their place so they stay awake in class

The gym teacher didn’t show up, got attacked on the street, but hey, they warned her, they don’t want sports before noon, they can’t even smoke in class, and that’s already disgusting,
Between each class a beer and a joint, it’s not like they have big needs...

This time it’s decided, my kids are going private, no matter how I look at it, I don’t see it that much, job security.