A mindless song with no serious point

I wrote this for my band, Sam's Pants Department. It's nothing very serious, but it's not supposed to be. It's about my and most of my school's suspicions that our American Government teacher is a spy.

My social studies teacher, a strange sort of a guy
he can ramble on for hours while we stare at the sky
he knows a thing or two about our famous legislation
but he'll put you in the hallway at a hint of agitation

When I asked him where he went over summer break,
he said, "Go out into the hallway, there's a test you have to take!"

My social studies teacher with a background of grey,
I suspect that he's been working for the CIA.
I try to get some info, maybe dig up a clue,
but when I bring up the subject, he'll switch to something new!

When I asked him outright if he worked for the Fed,
he said, "If I told you that I was, then you'd might as well be dead!"

Discussing vacations make him defensive and choosy,
his choice of destinations always seem to confuse me.
He likes to tell his classes about his travels to strange places
and with a monstrous grin, he reverts to presidential races.

When I asked him why he went to Russia's desolate land,
he said, "to get some relaxation, enjoy Communist sand."