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.