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.