Lyric Smokin in the Boys Room

(Spoke)
How you doin out there? Y ever seem to have one of those days
where it just seems like everybody s gettin on your case, from
your teacher all the way down to your best girlfriend? Well,
y know, I used to have em just about all the time. But I found
a way to get out of em. Let me tell you about it!

(Sung)
Sitting in the classroom Thinking it s a drag
Listening to the teacher rap Just ain t my bag
The noon bells ring You know that s my cue
I m gonna meet the boys On floor number two!

Smokin in the boys room
Smokin in the boys room
Now, teacher, don t you fill me up with your rules
But everybody knows that smokin ain t allowed in school.

A-checkin out the halls Makin sure the coast is clear
Lookin in the stalls No, there ain t nobody here
Oh, my buddy Fang, and me and Paul
To get caught would surely be the death of us all

Smokin in the boys room
Smokin in the boys room
Now, teacher, don t you fill me up with your rules
But everybody knows that smokin ain t allowed in school.
All right!

Oh, put me to work In the school book store
Check out counter And I got bored
Teacher was lookin For me all around
Two hours later You know where I was found

Smokin in the boys room (Yes indeed, I was)
Smokin in the boys room
Now, teacher, don t you fill me up with your rules
But everybody knows that smokin ain t allowed in school.
One mo !

Smokin in the boys room
Oh, smokin in the boys room
Now, teacher, I am fully aware of the rules
But everybody knows that smokin ain t allowed in school!