Blah, Blah, Blah, Blah, Blah
Thats all I hear when the teachers talk,
Its like they dont know that we mock,
Why we listen to them I'll never know,
Our parents have got to be mental to send us to them

Blah, Blah, Blah, Blah, Blah
Thats all I hear when the teachers talk
I mean its just so sick the way they speak
They make everything seem so bleak,
Im sad we have to listen to them five days a week
I wanna stab my ears out just hearing them

Blah, Blah, Blah, Blah, Blah
Thats all I hear when teachers talk,
I guess Ill just have to bear it,
Until I crawl back into my tiny lair,
I might just have to wait till summer,
Where teachers disappear, but for only a moment