Well I remember my first day of public school

I was very scared of getting pummeled

And sure enough i did at first recess

I got pegged in the head by a big red ball

It stung and my head hung

Back to class with a bloody nose

and soon it was lunch time

Mom said I should ask about how poor kids there get fed

So i got a book of tickets and a scedule and it read



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Momday: hotdogs

Tuesday: Tacos

Wednesday: hamburgers and chocolate milk

Thursday: sloppy joes and burritos in a bag

Friday was pizza day, the best day of the week

All the kids would line up super early just to eat

Momday: hotdogs

Tuesday: Tacos

Wednesday: hamburgers and chocolate milk

Thursday: sloppy joes and burritos in a bag

Friday was pizza day, the best day of the week

It always came with salad and a side of pork and beans

Hooray for pizza day

Hooray for pizza day

I miss pizza day

The best day of the week



Well i remember my first day of Jr. High

I had hairspray in my hair and my pants were way too tight

And all the breakers and new-wavers and the rockers and the preps

Would all be in their places on the front lawn or the steps

I hung out with some punker kids who used to make me laugh

Got thrown in the dumpster by some rich kids near the caff

As time went on we figured out it was totally uncool

To eat the welfare lunch

Provided by the school

So in poser punker fashion we just mooched off all the kids

And lived off eating candy bars and bags of nacho chips



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Well now I'm out of school and i don't have a job (you're a slob)

I just sit around all sweaty and lethargic

And i'm just thinkin' 'bout where it all went wrong

Why I can't concentrate on anything but reruns

I wish i had some more stability and I

I wish I had somebody makin' lunch for me

I guess I miss the simple things in life

The thought of pizza day

I thought it stupid then but I wish I had it now

I just want



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Hooray for pizza day

Hooray for pizza day

I miss pizza day...