It's afternoon in the homeroom and they're about to let you go.
And the locker slam on the plan you had tonight.
You've been messing around with a boyfriend maybe better left alone.
There's a wise guy that you know could put you right.
In the lot the boy that's idling by doesn't rev your heart.
Cause it's only lonely spots he shares with you.
And the long halls and the gray walls are gonna split apart.
Believe it or not there's life after high school.
The student body's got a bad reputation.
What they need is adult education.
Back to school it's a bad situation.
But what you want is an adult education.
The teacher don't know about how to deal with the student body.
And the underclassmen are flashing hot and cool.
All your girlfriends care about the watch you wear and they're talkin' about it.
Believe it or not there's life after high school.
They're calling it a preparation.
You're waiting for a separation.
You're nothing but another odd number,
Memories that you won't remember.
So you got a little education.
And a lot of dedication.
But you want a little night school.
Maybe some of it will rub off on you.
The boys are busy in the mirrors.
Trying to imitate their heroes.
You make it with a false surrender.
More memories you won't remember.
The senior with the junior Miss's
I wonder what the junior wishes.
That she could graduate to adult.
That she could graduate to adult kisses.
