Well we got no class And we got no principles And we got no innocence We cant even think of a word that rhymes Schools out for summer Schools out forever Schools been blown to pieces No more pencils No more books No more teacher's dirty looks Out for summer Out till fall We might not go back at all...
Stop bragging, or I'll start talking about something in my heritage (trys to think of heritage). Ah, ha! Chicken farming!
Scotsmen rule!!! I was going to say something wise smart and witty, but I forgot in the time it took for me to push the quote button...