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I used to be a geek every day of the week
And something stupid came out every time that I'd speak
Every saturday night I'd have no immediate plans
I'd hang out with mom and dad playing board games again
I was bored like a fool
I wish I was cool

Well I was useless in class so I tried out for sports
Where the jocks got a kick out of yanking my shorts
Stealing my towel when my shower was done
I'd walk through the locker room I couldn't find one
I had to streak through the school
I wish I was cool
Mama dear mom I think my shorts are coming down

I held on tight to my books kept my mouth shut in class
In my hand me down clothes even the teachers would laugh
I'd pray to the clock I'd eat lunch alone
And we havent' even gotten to the bus ride home
No teachers no rules
I wish I was cool

You see we lived in the hose with too many kids
Too many pets and not much food in teh fridge
The kids on the bus called it the house of the hicks
'cause there's too many cars on the lawn to be fixed
But my dad lost his tools
I wish I was cool
Mama dear mom your broken boy is coming home

So what is the moral of the story you say
The king of the jocks turned out to be gay
And all the little cool kids stayed in their small town
Where some used to be nerd can boss them around
It's our turn to be cruel
It's our turn to be cruel
I wish I was cool
Cool yeah yeah
Cool yeah yeah
I used to be a geek every day of the week   And something stupid came out every time that I'd speak   Every saturday night I'd have no immediate plans   I'd hang out with mom and dad playing board games again   I was bored like a fool   I wish I was cool      Well I was useless in class so I tried out for sports   Where the jocks got a kick out of yanking my shorts   Stealing my towel when my shower was done   I'd walk through the locker room I couldn't find one   I had to streak through the school   I wish I was cool   Mama dear mom I think my shorts are coming down      I held on tight to my books kept my mouth shut in class   In my hand me down clothes even the teachers would laugh   I'd pray to the clock I'd eat lunch alone   And we havent' even gotten to the bus ride home   No teachers no rules   I wish I was cool      You see we lived in the hose with too many kids   Too many pets and not much food in teh fridge   The kids on the bus called it the house of the hicks   'cause there's too many cars on the lawn to be fixed   But my dad lost his tools   I wish I was cool   Mama dear mom your broken boy is coming home      So what is the moral of the story you say   The king of the jocks turned out to be gay   And all the little cool kids stayed in their small town   Where some used to be nerd can boss them around   It's our turn to be cruel   It's our turn to be cruel   I wish I was cool   Cool yeah yeah   Cool yeah yeah