| Lyrics: | The Dropouts' March
(No more pencils, no more books,
No more teachers' dirty
looks.
Dropouts! dropouts! Yeah team!)
On, dropouts, down the field,
Ain't we
the national shame.
Cheer for our fun-loving breed,
Who can't hardly read,
Or write
our name.
March, dropouts, backward march.
Ain't we a tragedy.
Leave us unite, and
fight, fight, fight
For good old stupidity.
Duh!
Duh!
Drop,
dropouts, out of school,
Proud of the will to fail.
You won't find us in the school
halls.
Look in the pool halls, or in jail.
Long may our colors wave,
Sons of the
black and blue.
Light-hearted chaps
Who steal hubcaps,
We've got nothing else to
do.
Ignoramus there you are,
Sitting in your hopped-up car,
And your brains
ain't up to par,
And your ears stick out too far.
Go, dropouts, go and buy,
One
comic book or two.
You need some rest and enjoyment,
Your unemployment check is
due.
Soon, dropouts, very soon,
You'll wear a different hat.
Soon you will be in the
Army.
Just try dropping out of that |
