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
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
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
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
Credits
Writer(s): Cub Koda, Michael George Lutz
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