Smokin' In the Boy's Room

How you're doin' out there?
 You ever seem to have one of those days
 Where it just seems like everybody's gettin' on your case
 From your teacher all the way down to your best girlfriend
 Well, you know, I used to have 'em just about all the time
 But I found a way to get out of it
 Let me tell you about it
 Sitting in the classroom, thinking it's a drag
 Listening to the teacher rap, just ain't my bag
 The noon bells ring, you know that's my cue
 I'm gonna meet the boys on floor number two
 Smokin' in the boy's room
 Smokin' in the boy's room
 Now, teacher, don't you fill me up with your rules
 But everybody knows that smokin' ain't allowed in school
 A checkin' out the halls makin' sure the coast is clear
 Lookin' in the stalls, no, there ain't nobody here
 Oh, my buddy Fang, and me and Paul
 To get caught would surely be the death of us all
 Smokin' in the boy's room, yeah
 Smokin' in the boy's room
 Now, teacher, don't you fill me up with your rules
 But everybody knows that smokin' ain't allowed in school
 All right
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 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 boy's room, yes indeed
 I was smokin' in the boy's room
 Now, teacher, don't you fill me up with your rules
 But everybody knows that smokin' ain't allowed in school
 One more
 Smokin' in the boy's room, oh
 Smokin' in the boy's room
 Now, teacher, I am fully aware of the rules
 But everybody knows that smokin' ain't allowed in school