Well, we got no choice, all the girls and boys
Making all that noise, 'coz they found new toys
Well we can't salute ya, can't find a flag
If that don't suit ya, that's a drag
School's been blown to pieces
No more pencils, no more books
No more teacher's dirty looks
Well, we got no class, and we got no principles
We can't even think of a world that rhymes
School's been blown to pieces
No more pencils, no more books
No more teacher's dirty looks
Out for summer, out till fall
We might not go back at all