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'