I feel myself getting sick
When summer ends and school begins
Oh, how the desks begin to dig in my back
A sad semester encroaches
All the teachers and the coaches weren't tolerant
Of individuals who made up their own minds
I made mine too
'Cause I'm through
Hey! What am I doing here
I have things to do, there's life outside
And I'm stuck inside this classroom
The loners become cops
They grow more lonely in their squad cars
I find it funny how the all-stars
Are all old and fat
The cheerleaders have babies
With houses and husbands
They should have known

SUBMIT CORRECTIONS