It was the year I would graduate 347Th out of a class of 514
Not all of us can be on the top of the food chain
Afterall mosquitoes cockroaches and ants are at the top
Borrowed that from a poem I just read--Elsie nice work!
No home, already Senior year, I had a rude awakening
The new school expected you to study
I had enough credits to graduate only grade point 1.87
It wasn't that I was dumb, I skipped allot of classes
I wrote my own excuse slips
They didn't think it was me because I hadn't proved I could spell
The new school had just won the Bellemy award
The last ten years the most famous graduates
A mayor, two Senators, and the current Governor and me
I had to take classes dominated by freshman and sophomores
The only language class offered was for slow readers
Second day the teacher did not show up and I took over the class
The kids loved it I had them reading comic books and Mad magazine
When the new teacher came in she said we made remarkable progress
I took cooking 101 with the girls and beginning typing
My grade point improved enough I could play basketball
There was a big fuss over the senior cruise and hangovers
Not knowing anyone or invited to the cruise I job searched
Monday morning all those smart kids went looking for a job
It was at a time that it was said, "Last person to leave
turn off the lights" I had a job in a down market
Graduation night I knew three senior students from my class
One who called me ferd and was trying to borrow money
I would have stayed at the old school but trouble was brewing
The school had a newspaper that came out once a week
Sally and Felmore are graduating with honors going to Yale
Sally was head cheerleader Felmore on the chess team
I and my friends wrote and underground version
We somewhat copied Mad magazine for our format
Sally was going to jail and Felmore was looking at her chest
One of my friends was in the photography class
He went around all day taking pictures the students didn't want seen
Anne Marie Porter was class president, she was caught smoking a no no
The school paper sold for a nickel and was having poor sales
Our sold for a dime and we couldn't print enough
The school wanted to use the money for rich kids going to college
We saved all the money we made and gave it to kids who could not afford lunch
No one could believe me smart enough to edit such a paper
So I was given a letter to take home to my parents, who is the dumb one?
I brought it back signed by Alfred E Nueman aka Punky
For learning my lesson I was put on probation
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