school's in
Mamma, mamma write me a phony excuse.
I ain't goin’ to school today.
Mr. English my French class teacher
Wants me to say everything his own way.
And Mr. French my English teacher,
He ain’t much better.
He wants me to enunciate
Every word’s every letter.
I ain’t got the time or the inclination
To understand what they going on about.
Life’s too brief to follow other people’s signs
When they don’t point the way out.
School is in and school is out
But it ain’t always clear
Which side of the school house door
Makes you and the teacher near.
Maybe the stuff I wanna do
Ain’t got no rhyme or reason.
Compelling and transcending
Don’t have a school year season.
Mamma, mamma write me a phony excuse.
I ain't goin’ to school today.
I'm on the out of here label.
Willie Mays says, “Say heh”.
Mamma, mamma write me a phony excuse
I ain't goin’ to school today.
The spiritual is blowin’ in the wind.
There’s many ways to pray.
The horse is riding at break neck speed.
Throw away the oxygen tent.
There’s times you got a pocket full of breaths
That just need to be spent.
School is in and school is out
But it ain’t always clear
Which side of the school house door
Makes you and the teacher near.