You know I never liked high school
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Though it was my intent
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To land a scholarship in punk
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And avoid imprisonment
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Yeah my rules
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That’s the way it had to be
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Not scholastically involved
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Fill the girls with alcohol
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Be more like me and you’ll run the company
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To get a job was your intent
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But it seems irreverent
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When you’re fifteen years
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Who the hell really cares
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All that counts is getting laid
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Hate her braces love the braids
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Chorus:
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The one thing I liked about going to school
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Was falling in love with a beautiful girl like you
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You know I never liked high school
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My destiny was not
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To be literate in math
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I would rather take a bath
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In my own crap
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So don’t ask me to a dance
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I would rather sit in class
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Than be with you and make an ass
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Out of myself or to learn the saxophone
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Least important were the A’s
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Stealing Mr. Sims toupee
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When you’re fifteen years
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Who the hell really cares
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All that counts is getting laid
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Hate her braces love the braids
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(chorus)
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Some say I’m not too bright
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Sometimes I think that they are right
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Sometimes I think I should be president
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But I’m remembering your words
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(chorus)
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But I’m remembering you’re words
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The one thing I liked about going to school
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Was falling in love with a beautiful girl like you
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Like you
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Like you
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Like you
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Girl like you
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Scholarship In Punk
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| GutterMouth |
