Graduation has come and gone
Summers here and the party's on
No scratch to spend, no ride to drive
No way to kill my summertime
The coach from the school say he'll gimme a job
If I mention his name they outta put me on
Yeah that's good work, if yous can get it
And you best believe coach, I won't forget it
As the rich kids steal the poor kids dance
At the after party near the underpass
Then a greasy little girl at the Liberty Lanes
On break from the thirty minute oil change
Bought a can of pop, she took a sip and said
"There's an after party at the dealership,
Tonight I'd like yah to meet me later,
I'll bring the after party favours,
And after that there's an after-after
Party-party we'll shake the rafters,
Make the coach a marter".
Yah that's good work, if you can get it
And you best believe coach, I won't forget it
As the rich kids sing the poor kids song
At the after party all night long
At the bar in town, the coach just sits
Waitin for the party at the dealership
The drunk ex-cheerleaders all come in
And thier outta school now, so they're inta him
The rich kids rave, the poor kids dance
They gather out near the underpass,
Near the grain elevator, where the strip mall slammed
In the school ball meeting where they just banned,
Guns and prayers and knives and gangs
And cut funding for the marching band
And the puts, and the shots, and the vaccines for keepin coaches off the cheerleaders, keepin coaches off the cheerleaders.
Stretch your hamstrings on the floor,
Yah that's good work, if you can get it
And you best believe coach, I won't forget it
As the rich kids steal the poor kids dance
At the after party near the underpass
I walked out lookin for the coaches job
To the human resource office of
The (?)grace seven porner(?), where it was clear
That the coach didn't do me no favors there
Rang the bell on the counter, and I heard her tonen
And this rich came creepin out thru the hole
Of the plexiglass and started sayin'
"The likes of you don't work these jobs,
Whatcha doin down here my man"?
Lookin for work, if I can get it,
If yah put me on, you won't regret it
And no one here knows
More than me would get it
As the rich kids sing the poor kids song
At the after party all night long
Yeah the rich kids steal the poor kids dance
At the after party near the underpass
Yeah the rich kids steal the poor kids song, summers here and the partys on
Graduation has come and gone
Summers here and the party's on
No scratch to spend, no ride to drive
No way to kill this summertime