[Intro: Bart Simpson]
Hail, hail, Rock and Roll
Long live Rock and Roll
Rock, Rock, Rock and Roll
Hail, hail, Rock and Roll
[Verse 1: Buster Poindexter]
Up in the morning and out to school
The teacher is teaching the Golden Rule
American history, practical math
You're studying hard, you're hoping to pass
Working your fingers right down to the bone
The guy behind you won't leave you alone
[Verse 2: Bart Simpson]
Ring ring goes the bell
The cook in the lunchroom is ready to sell
You're lucky if you can find a seat
You're fortunate if you have time to eat
Back in the classroom, open your books (Ah, man)
The teacher don't know how mean she looks
[Verse 3: Buster & (Bart)]
Soon as three o'clock rolls around
(I'm outta here, man, I'm going to town)
You finally lay your burden down
(I'm nobody's fool, I'm nobody's clown)
Close up your books, get out of your seat
(This is a plan that can't be beat)
Down the hall and into the street
(My dancing shoes are on my feet)
Up to the corner, round the bend
(If you can't handle this, just tell me when!)
Right to the juke joint, you go in
(I'm here! I said, "It's me, Bart, man")
Hail, hail, Rock and Roll
Long live Rock and Roll
Rock, Rock, Rock and Roll
Hail, hail, Rock and Roll
[Verse 1: Buster Poindexter]
Up in the morning and out to school
The teacher is teaching the Golden Rule
American history, practical math
You're studying hard, you're hoping to pass
Working your fingers right down to the bone
The guy behind you won't leave you alone
[Verse 2: Bart Simpson]
Ring ring goes the bell
The cook in the lunchroom is ready to sell
You're lucky if you can find a seat
You're fortunate if you have time to eat
Back in the classroom, open your books (Ah, man)
The teacher don't know how mean she looks
[Verse 3: Buster & (Bart)]
Soon as three o'clock rolls around
(I'm outta here, man, I'm going to town)
You finally lay your burden down
(I'm nobody's fool, I'm nobody's clown)
Close up your books, get out of your seat
(This is a plan that can't be beat)
Down the hall and into the street
(My dancing shoes are on my feet)
Up to the corner, round the bend
(If you can't handle this, just tell me when!)
Right to the juke joint, you go in
(I'm here! I said, "It's me, Bart, man")
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