| Semester is out
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| The teacher is in
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| There ain’t no exams but oh
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| You better bet you gonna learn something
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| So get in the van
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| And pay all your dues
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| And stay a while
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| Yeah stay here in the spirit school
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| Gimme your tired
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| Gimme your weak
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| Gimme the gangly boys
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| Gimme the girls with the funny feet
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| We’ll call you Sticks
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| And you’ll play guitar
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| I promise you
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| I promise you’re gonna go far
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| We’re rubber and you’re glue
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| And no matter what you say
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| We’re gonna stick it right to you
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| You won’t get expelled
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| And we’ll never tell
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| I got a pocket full of secrets and a magic pill
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| We keep it movin' where everything’s cool
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| So stay a while yeah, stay here in the spirit school
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| We’re rubber and you’re glue
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| And no matter what you say
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| We’re gonna stick it right to you
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| Lone road, do you think I sold my soul?
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| Won’t see my love for weeks
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| We’ve miles and miles to go before we
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| Sleepy Jean, we’re living out our dreams
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| Don’t fret your pretty head
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| Just 'cause we’re looking like the walking dead
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| Uh uh-huh uh-huh
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| Oh we’re rubber and you’re glue
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| And no matter what you say
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| We’re gonna stick it right to you
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| Uh uh-huh uh-huh |