Ramones and Brownsville Station - Smokin' in the Boys' Room

Sitting in the classroom
Thinking it's a drag
Listening to the teacher rap
Just ain't my bag
The noon bells ring
You know that's my cue
I'm gonna meet the boys
On floor number two!
Smokin' in the boys' room
Smokin' in the boys' room
Now, teacher, don't you fill me up with your rules
But everybody knows that smokin' ain't allowed in school.
A-checkin' out the halls
Makin' sure the coast is clear
Lookin' in the stalls
No, there ain't nobody here
Oh, my buddy Fang, and me and Paul
To get caught would surely be the death of us all
Smokin' in the boys' room
Smokin' in the boys' room
Now, teacher, don't you fill me up with your rules
But everybody knows that smokin' ain't allowed in school.
All right!
Oh, put me to work
In the school book store
Check out counter
And I got bored
Teacher was lookin'
For me all around
Two hours later
You know where I was found
Smokin' in the boys' room (Yes indeed, I was)
Smokin' in the boys' room
Now, teacher, don't you fill me up with your rules
But everybody knows that smokin' ain't allowed in school.
One mo'!
Smokin' in the boys' room
Oh, smokin' in the boys' room
Now, teacher, I am fully aware of the rules
But everybody knows that smokin' ain't allowed in school!

Written by:
Cub Koda, Michael Lutz

Publisher:
Lyrics © Warner Chappell Music, Inc.

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