To get caught would surely be the death of us all
Checkout counter and I got bored
Aah, we're smokin' in the boys room
Nah, teacher don't you fill me up with your rules
From your teacher all the way down to your best girlfriend
When everyone's on your case
Lookin' in the stalls, nah, there ain't nobody here
Songwriters: Michael Koda, Michael G. Lutz
Smokin' in the boys room
Smokin' in the boys room
I'm gonna meet the boys on floor number 2
Everybody knows that smokin' ain't allowed in school
Smokin' in the boys room
[Incomprehensible] bells ring, you know it's my cue
Nah, nah, nah, teacher don't you fill me up with your rule
One more
Smokin' in the boys room
'Cause everybody knows that smokin' ain't allowed in school
Smokin' in the boys room
Smokin' in the boys room
'Cause everybody knows that smokin' ain't allowed in school
Did you ever seem to have one of those days
Hey, teacher don't you fill me up with your rule
Well, you know, I used to have it just about all the time
My buddy Sixx, Mick and Tom
Well, put me to work in the school bookstore
Now, teacher I'm foolin' around with your rule
Smokin' in the boys room
Let me tell you about
'Cause everybody knows that smokin' ain't allowed in school
'Cause everybody knows that smokin' ain't allowed in school
Smokin' in the boys room
Sittin' in the classroom, thinkin' it's a drag
I tell you, I was smokin' in the boys room
Publisher: BUGHOUSE
But I found a way to get out of it
Hey, could I be excused?
Teacher was lookin' for me all around
Checkin' out the hall makin' sure the coast is clear
Listening to the teacher rap, just ain't my bag
Everybody
Smokin' in the boys room
I tell you, I was smokin' in the boys room
Nah, teacher don't you fill me up with your rules
Two hours later you know where I was found