Lyrics:

(Jimmy Buffett, Dan Fogelberg) Found myself a matchbook Beside some hotel bed Opened it up and looked inside And this is what it said Get on back to school Domino college, back to school Boneyard full of knowledge Working vacation in a third world nation Back to school Fly down to miami Get yourself a boat Fill it full of suntan oil And rent yourself a goat Ain't no registration Ain't no student loan You may not learn to read or write But you will surely learn to roll them bones Get on back to school Domino college, back to school Boneyard full of knowledge Working vacation in a third world nation Back to school They don't rap your knuckles If you cut the class They just track you through the jungle boy Then they kick your ass It's a different kind of domino theory They teach you down in Butler town If you lose you buy the booze And then the student body all falls down They can't get back to school Domino college, back to school Fountain of knowledge Working vacation in a third world nation Back to school Get on back Make your parents hate you Be a big disgrace Act just like a domino And fall on your face You can't get back to school Domino college, back to school Fountain of knowledge There ain't no graduation from this kind of education Back to school Working vacation in a third world nation Back to school [Spoken:] Oh, Jan