He never went to school br But he was no fool br He was simply playing Mr Cool br Eyes closed by cottonwool br Cheered on my mates br Sealed his present faith br br There is a time to play br A time to go to school br His parents told him br Make that your number one rule br He wholly ignored them br How can education br be a such golden gem br br Now he sobs, sobs, sobs br Now he robs, robs, robs br br No qualifications br Zero education br His mates have moved on br to better jobs br In many glorious nations br br Now he sobs, sobs, sobs br Now he robs, robs, robs br br He wishes he was a student br He wishes he had the talent br He had at one moment br br There are no more screams and shouts br Because he knows what he is all about br He is a school dropout br br Copyright 2005 - Sylvia Chidibr br Sylvia Chidibr br