Lyrics:

Your story's sad to tell, a teenage ne'er-do-wellMost mixed up non-delinquent on the blockYour future's so unclear no
w, what's left of your career nowCan't even get a trade-in on your smile ...Dum, da-dum, da-dum, da-dumDa-da-da-dum, da-dum
, da-dum, da-dumBeauty school drop-out, no graduation day for youBeauty school drop-outMissed your midterms and flunked sha
mpooWell at least you could have taken time To wash and clean your clothes upAfter spending all that dough to haveThe docto
r fix your nose upBaby get movin' (better get moving)Why keep your feeble hopes aliveWhat are you provin' (what are you pro
ving)?You've got the dream, but not the dri-iveIf you go for your diploma, you could join a steno poolTurn in your teasin' c
omb and go back to highschoolBeauty school drop-out (beauty school drop-out)Hangin' around the corner storeBeauty school dr
op-out (beauty school drop-out)It's about time you knew the score-oreWell they couldn't teach you anythingYou think you're s
uch a lookerBut no customer would go to you, unless she was a hookerBaby don't sweat it (don't sweat it), You're not cut ou
t to hold the jobBetter forget it (forget it),Who wants their hair done by a slobNow your bangs are curled, your lashes twir
ledAnd still the world is cruelWipe off that angel face and go back to highschoolBaby don't blow it, don't put my good advi
ce to shameBaby you know it, even Dear Abby'd say the sameNow I've called the shot, get off the pot, I really gotta flyGotta
be goin' to that maltshop in the skyBeauty school drop-out