"Sittin in/Dewey's Office"

Walking up to the iron gate
One more minute and I’ll be late
Second bell I didn’t hear, now I fear I'll be here, for life
Shouldn’t a had that cigarette
With those guys I just met
I just missed the final bell, just as well, I can’t tell wrong from right

Sitting here in Dewey’s office
Haven’t got a word to say
Guess another hour’s detention
Is the price I have to pay

Standing out in Cactus Park
Ditching class on a lark
Shoulder tap and my head, turning red, now I'm dead, again
Speaking out in study hall
Angry names I shouldn’t call
To late to take it back, it’s a knack, that I lack, in my brain

Sitting here in Dewey’s office
Haven’t got a word to say
Guess another week’s detention
Is the price I have to pay

Now I get to graduate
Wouldn’t you know it I am late
norm and ziger standing by, wonder why, shearching high, and low
Finally from my seat I see
My old office enemy
Dewey running through the gate, he was late, that was great, to know

Sitting here in Dewey‘s office
Haven’t got a word to say
Guess another month’s detention
Is the price I have to pay

Sitting here in Dewey‘s office
Haven’t got a word to say
Guess a life time’s detention
Is the price I have to pay





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