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

[spoken]

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 & fat
The cheerleaders have babies,
with houses and husbands

They should have known