Oh, how I want to go home
this teacher keeps talking and my mind still roams
I'd rather die of rabies with my mouth full of foam
or throw something at her, maybe my phone
because then, hopefully, she'll shut the hell up
let us go early, with a little bit of luck
until then, 1000 hairs on my head id rather pluck
because, nothing personal teacher, i just don't give a ****