How you doin out there Yever seem to have one of those days Where it just seems like everybodys gettin on your case From your teacher all the way down to your best girlfriend Well, yknow, I used to have em just about all the time But I found a way to get out of em. Let me tell you about it Sitting in the classroom Thinking its a drag Listening to the teacher rap Just aint my bag The noon bells ring You know thats my cue Im gonna meet the boys On floor number two! Smokin in the boys room Smokin in the boys room Now, teacher, dont you fill me up with your rules But everybody knows that smokin aint allowed in school A-checkin out the halls Makin sure the coast is clear Lookin in the stalls No, there aint nobody here Oh, my buddy Fang, and me and Paul To get caught would surely be the death of us all Smokin in the boys room Smokin in the boys room Now, teacher, dont you fill me up with your rules But everybody knows that smokin aint allowed in school All right Oh, put me to work In the school book store Check out counter And I got bored Teacher was lookin For me all around Two hours later You know where I was found Smokin in the boys room (Yes indeed, I was) Smokin in the boys room Now, teacher, dont you fill me up with your rules But everybody knows that smokin aint allowed in school One mo Smokin in the boys room Oh, smokin in the boys room Now, teacher, I am fully aware of the rules But everybody knows that smokin aint allowed in school
Posted on: Mon, 26 Jan 2015 14:44:54 +0000
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