It's the last day of school,
Next year we start brand new.
Don't play your tricks I ain't no fool,
Saying "Have a great summer!" with a positive attitude.
It's the same old routine,
The water is blue and the trees are green,
What a big bummer.
Summer pop music blasting, on the radio,
With backpacks filled with school supplies galore.
It's hotter than hell, and for sure there ain't no snow,
Snacking on ice pops and lemon slices, give me some more.
The teachers always say they're gonna miss us and to visit next year,
Always saying how time really flies.
When they can't even take us for 5 minutes and we all know that is clear,
But they keep on singing the same old cliche goodbyes.