Hey chrome dome, get off you high horse, let us see the real scales
The flan, the old score.
It’s waiting or guessing and the camera keeps clicking,
First date, I’m sorry, there’s a bathroom window that needs opening
Like the girl from happiness and little children, no chance
It’s a barrel of laughs or monkeys,
Dad watches mash, I drink heavy,
Loping toward psychotropic hairstyles and bad folks,
That’s not to say at all, that the sun also rises,
Tax forms in the bursars office,
Repress if you can, out of school,
Campus counsel. Lets not get knowing,
Yes I do.
Sorry and sad, some people don’t get a chance,
Some do, but no matter.