That dude at school
Who kept his cool
Like a fan does for the gym
Or the time we all together singing the hymn
That dude at school
The guy in each stereotype of cool
The one with the leather jacket, medium loose jeans and dark glasses
Could skip detention and his classes
The other dude at school
With striking long hair
Skin so fare
Skin to bare
A rock edge thriller
The one who was a heart killer
That dude
Who made us laugh nude
Jokes funny and crude
The thriller
Best impressions of Mr Miller
The laughs that made a killer
Out of a pack of cards the one who pulled the cash out of poker
Out of the pack he was the joker
The other metal freak
A freak in a good way with a darkened creak
Then the cheek
Then the smile all gleaming white teeth, a lip ring
Maybe seven colours in his hair, or an outfit you'd ding
The con artist
The one who'd make the twist
Dude
Dude
Dude
Dude
Anyways
Whatever type
These boys i remember had a way to make the girls hype
They watched in IT as they type
They'd cry so hard they ran to the loo to wipe
Then the cards they shall swipe
To look good for him and make sure he noticed her
Dude
Dude
Dude
Dude
Although it was kinda silly to me
All the other girls said i could see
The rest i was the minger
Well at least i was not the linger
All i got was the finger
I didn't want a guy
To play and die
I wanted a man for life, i wanted one to like me
Not all they see
Well they didn't like what they see
So i liked to be me
They didn't like me
At school
I hated to be cool
I may have wanted it one time, but i didn't care
Ok i did a little, but its only coz it hurts, but even if it does why go so low
Take the blow
Then don't suffer in silence