That dude at school
Who kept his cool
Like a fan does for the gym
Or the time we all together singing the hymn
Coz some would rather do game
As most of them thought this was lame
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
Get with all the lasses
Without getting caught
Or it could be court
For the folks
Who'd be in chokes
If this were to happen, but it never
Does not ever
The other dude at school
To most girls can't contain their drool
Gosh his 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
Without a red nose
And big shoes
But he's a class clown
Even if he came as one he'd pull it off coz he'll always be the class clown
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
But whatever he's cool in his own way
He got a lass at his own right coz this ones got alot to say
He'd make the time of day
Something you want for sure
Or for sure he'd lure
The con artist
The one who'd make the twist
Dude
Dude
Dude
Dude
Come on now you know you want it
He'd get us in every weakened bit
Every single twist
Even if they got him with their fist
A little pimp like him would just crawl right under
He'd weasel out of anything making you wonder
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
Or her accessories mostly coated in fur as its so in season
Dude
Dude
Dude
Dude
Oh my Gosh are they all the same
That rule is like so lame
Well they seem in the same game
But i don't know its better to not believe they all the same
Coz truth is they aint
Remembering many pictures and colours can be made with paint
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
You don't need to show your absence
Show you don't give a monkey's business
Like i did coz i just showed my difference
I was whatever they thought, but i was myself
So i know I'll have something great to put upon my shelf
