The school year is so old now.
The days all seem much longer.
The weather is so cold now.
The wind is so much stronger.
I'm sick and tired of teachers.
I sit in class all day.
I memorize their features.
And this is where I'll stay.
Until the day I graduate.
And gain my total freedom.
My friends will me congratulate.
My parents? I don't need 'em.
By then I'll be a rich man.
With money left to toss.
Everyone will be a Tschuk! fan.
And with my teeth? I'll floss.
I'll floss them 'til they shine.
Like mighty pearls of white.
Oh yes, I'll feel so fine.
With a smile that is so bright.
But now I sit in school.
Looking up from far beneath.
And on my desk I drool.
And grind my dirty teeth.