Walking on down to the seventh grade dance

And I don't know what we're going there for

No one's gonna talk to us, we'll look real silly

Staring at the gymnasium floor I'll wrestle the beat

With my two left feet

They'll laugh and they'll stare

At what my mom made me wear

Tomorrow I'll wake up

Crying and smiling It's just another day in the suburbs

Where behind every cloud there's a big ball of burning sunshine

Sometimes Hitching a ride to the high school dance

And I don't know what we're going there for

The girls are so pretty in their shopping mall fashions

And we're so invisible to them I feel like I'm in

Some John Hughes film

Like a dream we've all had

Where you can't run too fast

Tomorrow we'll wake up

Crying and smiling Driving on up to the Hollywood party

I dunno what I'm going there for

There's too many fools and too many rules

And dress codes, and I'm one too many people there They'll shake and they'll grin

Sharing 8 by 10's

They'll point and they'll laugh

At my photograph

Tomorrow they'll wake up

Crying and smiling...