How ya doin there? Ya ever have one of those days where it
seems like everybody's gettin on your case, from your teacher
all the way down to your best girlfriend? You know, I used to have that
about all the time. But I found a way to get out of it -- Lemme tell you about it!

v.1
Sittin' in the classroom, thinkin' it's a drag
Listenin' to the teacher, well it just ain't my bag
The schoolbell rings, y'know that's my cue
I'm gonna meet the boys on floor number two

Chorus:
Smokin' in the boy's room, smokin' in the boy's room
Now teacher don't you fil me up with your rules
Cause everybody knows that smokin' ain't allowed in school

v.2
Checkin' out the hall makin' sure the coast is clear
Lookin' in the stalls, no there ain't nobody here
My buddy Fang, an' me an' Paul
To get caught would surely be the death of us all

Rpt. Ch.

Instr. Brk.

v.3
Whoa, put me to work in the school bookstore
Checkout counter, an I got bored
Teacher was lookin' for me all around
Two hours later, you know where I was found!

Rpt. Ch.

One more!
Smokin' in the boy's room, smokin' in the boy's room
Now teacher I am fully aware of your rules
Cause everybody knows that
Smokin' ain't allowed in school!