Lyrics:

Your story's sad to tell, a teenage ne'er-do-wellMost mixed up non-delinquent on the blockYour future's so unclear now, 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 shampooWell at least you could have taken time To wash and clean your clothes upAfter spending all that dough to haveThe doctor fix your nose upBaby get movin' (better get moving)Why keep your feeble hopes aliveWhat are you provin' (what are you proving)?You've got the dream, but not the dri-iveIf you go for your diploma, you could join a steno poolTurn in your teasin' comb and go back to highschoolBeauty school drop-out (beauty school drop-out)Hangin' around the corner storeBeauty school drop-out (beauty school drop-out)It's about time you knew the score-oreWell they couldn't teach you anythingYou think you're such 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 out to hold the jobBetter forget it (forget it),Who wants their hair done by a slobNow your bangs are curled, your lashes twirledAnd still the world is cruelWipe off that angel face and go back to highschoolBaby don't blow it, don't put my good advice 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