My calloused finger tips Are covered with chalk. And my hippie van sticks out like a sore thumb In the faculty parking lot. I sign an autograph at night time And a bathroom pa** by day. And my skin smells like smoke Soaked in from the night before. And little high-school kids are laughing at the sight of me As I walk on through the door. I sign an autograph at night time And a bathroom pa** by day. But as I sit there hunched over someone else's desk, I hang my head and whisper, and this is what I say: I want to get the hell out of my high school. I'm gonna scream at the top of my lungs. No, I don't know why your teacher is absent, Sit down and get your work sheet done. My skin smells like smoke Soaked in from the night before.
And I get self-conscious looking at pretty little 16-year old girls And trying not to look at them as they walk through the door. I sign an autograph at night time And I'm'.starting to feel like'a pedophile by day'.(ahem) But as I sit there hunched over somebody else's desk I hang my head and whisper and this is what I say: I want to get the hell out of my high school. I'm gonna scream at the top of my lungs. No, I don't know why your teacher is absent, Sit down and get your work sheet done. I'd like to see John Mayer do this sh**. He'd probably run through those double doors. Substitute teacher with the bar gigs at night time, I guess we'll see what all this time is for. I guess we'll see what all this time is for'