As I look back upon my younger daze I really was a maniac Blowing up a john with a cherry bomb Gave the janitor a cardiac The teachers would say They should lock him away And throw away all of the keys, please He's outta control, the devil's gotta hold of his soul Many were the times that my buddies and I Joked upon a cigarette Gettin' too drunk to talk and we could barely walk Swearing for the hell of it Then I'd hitch a ride to see the president's daughter Her parties were so out of sight, right Danced until dawn while her parents were clean outta town Woah, high school, preschool, kindergarten rules Twelve long years of the education blues Teachers, preachers, principals and fools I don't know how I ever made it through, oh, yeah Then I'd hitch a ride to see the president's daughter Their parties were so out of sight, right Danced until dawn while her parents were clean out of town Woah, high school, preschool, kindergarten rules Twelve long years of the education blues Teachers, preachers, principals and fools I don't know how I ever made it through Many were the times that my buddies and I Joked upon a cigarette Gettin' too drunk to talk and we could barely walk Swearing for the hell of it Oh when, the teachers would say They should lock us away And throw away all of the keys, please They're outta control, the devil's gotta hold of their They're outta control, the devil's gotta hold of their soul!