Lyrics:

Who's that under the bleachers?
That's Louis
Let me tell you about Louis

Louis was a mover and he wasn't no fool
But he had a little trouble with his high school drool
He was a low motivator, a fast calculator on the little girls
Ooh, out in the schoolyard buyin' anything
Checkin' out good what the new boys bring
You can't see the clock and you never hear the ring but who cares?

Talk fine, feelin' cool
Lookin' so dragged by the whole damn thing
You wanna know the answer, I just play the fool
Gotta see a man about my high school drool

Ridin' out to county line the fingers in your hair
The good smoke, some bad wine, no one seems to care
You hear some joker come screamin' on the air
Just trying to sell it to you
He's trying to sell it to you

Ninety miles an hour with your feet against the floor
You never saw the lights and you never heard the roar
You'd laugh if it hit 'cause it's all such a bore anyway

Talk fine, feelin' cool
Lookin' so dragged by the whole damn thing
You wanna know the answer, I just play the fool
Gotta see a man about my high school drool

Talk fine, feelin' cool
Riding high sweet street machine
You wanna know the questions I just play the fool
Gotta see a man about my high school drool