Stuck inside with a pencil and desk On a Saturday morning for a meaningless test The one that will determine All the rest of my years Will they be spent in squalor Or earning top dollar? Couldn't care much less 'Cause I hear a holler At the window And your sweet familiar face appears Now answer me this one, true or false If the question at hand means nothing at all Then why don't I just run down the hall And escape? Ditching school and the added attraction Of being with you are just the distractions I need To keep me from taking my SATs 'Cause it's a beautiful day and bubbling letters Won't help me live my life any better Today Or when I'm 43 If I manipulate the system of tests that they give And wind up with a maters I'm still gonna live In my parents' basement Until I find something better to do From nine to 5 all the days I'm alive With no days off 'til the day that I die
When I'd rather play the truant game wit you Ditching school and the added attraction Of being with you are just the distractions I need To keep me from taking my SATs 'Cause it's a beautiful day and bubbling letters Won't help me live my life any better Today Or when I'm 43 Now let's make haste, 'cause it won't be long Before the proctor looks up and sees that I'm gone And he grades my empty paper With an automatic fail Now answer me this one, show your work If the test in front of me has no worth Then why don't I just run down the hall And escape? Ditching school and the added attraction Of being with you are just the distractions I need To keep me from taking my SATs 'Cause it's a beautiful day and bubbling letters Won't help me live my life any better Today Or when I'm 43 Today, or when I'm 43 Today, or when I'm 43