You woke up fine,
it's almost nine
You hear the school bell and you get in line
The daily rounds,
the rules that count
It's every day the same
Iology and history and you grow bored with that geography
We all get by in June, July,
those hazy, lazy days
Holidays,
time to play
No more
teachers to obey
The time flies by in June, July
And soon you hear the bell to get in line
The daily rounds,
the rules that count It's every day the same
