Lyrics:

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
W-w-working vacation in a third world nation
Back to school
Going back to school, going back, 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 dem bones

Get on back to school
Domino college, back to school
Boneyard full of knowledge
W-w-working vacation in a third world nation
Back to school
Going back to school, going back, back to school

They don't rap your knuckles
If you cut the class
They just track you through the jungle, boy
And 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
W-w-working vacation in a third world nation
Back to school
Going back, 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
Oh, there ain't no graduation from this kind of education
Back to school
Going back, back to school

W-w-working vacation in a third world nation
Back to school
Going back, back to school
Be true to your school
Oh, Jan & Dean be true to your school
Big six, big six, whose got it?
Goddamn, Robert when you gonna play, man?
Hey man, say, you know whose turn it is?
Back to school, going back to school