Lyrics:

How You Doin Out There Ya Ever 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, Ya Know, 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 Rings, 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

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

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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
smokin In The Boys Room
smokin In The Boys Room
now, Teacher, I Am Fully Aware Of The Rules
and Everybody Knows That Smokin Aint Allowed In School!