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For The Youngins

A message for you young truckers,

You long lovers,

You schmucks, ***** and go-getters...

This is as good as it gets.

The truth is, school *****

And so does your 9 to 5 part-time job,

But this is the time to find prime opportunities to get carried away and run

To say all the wrong things at all the right seconds

And to never, EVER get caught drinking your parents' ***

Be bummy, be a druggy, be a top score, or be the eye sore of the student body

But you will never be nobody...

You will NEVER be nobody.

Let somebody tell you they don't remember your name,

Then give that chump a reason to never forget

Because in this game of high school social status, there's no such thing as a winner

And you deserve whatever respect you let people neglect you of.

**** 10 year reunions, that cute girl in math class still won't think of you

Unless you act now, before you're ten years too late.

If you want something, you better learn to work for it,

Because these are the easy years, the queazy years, the "let's ditch and smoke a bleezy" years.

And before you know it, you'll be tap dancing on a keyboard when you should be working

Warning the youngins that their glory years are just about done.

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