Bonaduces Friends With The Narc
I can't wait for the summertime. This school stuff drags
me down. When the last class rolls around, I'm just
restless from the day. Sure, it seems like I'm doing
fine. I've got the best friend I've ever had, but because
of her it's way too sad to hang around here anyway. My
old friends think I'm looking freakish. You join in with
their koo-koo-ka-clique-ish style, and I don't want to
give you away. Lunch time and I'm going crazy. I see you
here and I don't know what to say. I've been making
friends with the narc. Friends with the narc. Friends
with the narc, but when she's playing her part, it's hard
to know when the friendship starts. We went to Higgins
Park, and I sat by the sandbox while you went to go and
try to talk to all the cool kids on the field. And I feel
all this jealousy, though I know it's just your job. But
you act like such a perfect snob and snub me publicly for
real. Chorus.
