Smokin' In the Boy's Room

How you're doin' out there? You ever seem to have one of those days Where it just seems like everybody's gettin' on your case From your teacher all the way down to your best girlfriend Well, you know, I used to have 'em just about all the time But I found a way to get out of it Let me tell you about it Sitting in the classroom, thinking it's a drag Listening to the teacher rap, just ain't my bag The noon bells ring, you know that's my cue I'm gonna meet the boys on floor number two Smokin' in the boy's room Smokin' in the boy's room Now, teacher, don't you fill me up with your rules But everybody knows that smokin' ain't allowed in school A checkin' out the halls makin' sure the coast is clear Lookin' in the stalls, no, there ain't nobody here Oh, my buddy Fang, and me and Paul To get caught would surely be the death of us all Smokin' in the boy's room, yeah Smokin' in the boy's room Now, teacher, don't you fill me up with your rules But everybody knows that smokin' ain't allowed in school All right Oh, put me to work in the school book store Check out counter and I got bored Teacher was lookin' for me all around Two hours later, you know where I was found Smokin' in the boy's room, yes indeed I was smokin' in the boy's room Now, teacher, don't you fill me up with your rules But everybody knows that smokin' ain't allowed in school One more Smokin' in the boy's room, oh Smokin' in the boy's room Now, teacher, I am fully aware of the rules But everybody knows that smokin' ain't allowed in school