School Days Songtext
von The Good Rats

School days, greatest of days
Sweatin′ bullets, man, did not do my homework
School days, greatest of days
I better stick my hand up
Before the lady calls on me

Kindergarten playin' in some sandbox
Next five years they slap your hand a lot
Sixth and seventh grades it′s not the braids that you remember
Lockers next to knockers got you hot

School days, greatest of days
I better stick my hand up
Before the lady calls on me

Freshman year you write a toilet poem
Sophomore year you make your drug connections
Junior year you worry 'bout your ugly pimples showing
Senior prom you push for more affection, whoa


School days, greatest of days
I better stick my hand up
Before the lady calls on me
Who's got the answers? Ain′t got no answers

Go to college, stay out of the army
Mix with friends who know what′s life about
Sidney Farber's father owns a great conglomeration
Maybe you should take his daughter out, yeah-yeah

School days
Cool days
Cruel days
Ah, yeah

School days, greatest of days
Sweatin′ bullets, man, did not do my homework
(Who's got the answers?) oh no (ain′t got no answers) oh, no
School days, greatest of days
I better put my hand up
Before the lady calls on me