Lyrics Highpockets - Jimmy Webb

Highpockets

With your blue Levi’s turned up instead of under
And your striped T-shirt washed instead of ironed
Oh, you’re squinting cause you left your glasses
Lying in one of your classes
Highpockets
Why do you hold your books against your chest?
Why don’t you ever seem to do your best?
Don’t you want to be beautiful?
Don’t you want to make money someday?
You’re throwing your future away
Highpockets
With your clipboard waving flags of tattered papers
And your one short pencil chewed almost in two
Oh, your green stained knees and combat boot shoes
Play newspapers full of good news
Highpockets
Why don’t get a grip upon yourself?
Why don’t you act like everybody else?
Don’t you want to be likeable?
Don’t you want to make money someday?
You’re throwing your future away
Highpockets
A boy with your ability
Should already know what he wants to be
But you’ll dream about flying
And average a C
And go off to war
With your runny nose all red from too much blowing
And your messy homework paper just half done
Oh, you dropped your lunch bag in the gutter
Ketchup in the peanut butter
Highpockets
Why don’t you get a zip-up notebook, boy?
And don’t treat the family baby like a toy
Don’t you want to be beautiful?
Don’t you want to make money someday
You’re throwing your future away
Highpockets
Why don’t you go on home?