The Dropouts March

<br>+The Dropouts` March<br>(No more pencils, no more books,<br>No more teachers` dirty looks.<br>Dropouts! dropouts! Yeah team!)<br>On, dropouts, down the field,<br>Ain`t we the national shame.<br>Cheer for our fun-loving breed,<br>Who can`t hardly read,<br>Or write our name.<br>March, dropouts, backward march.<br>Ain`t we a tragedy.<br>Leave us unite, and fight, fight, fight<br>For good old stupidity.<br>Duh!<br>Duh!<br>Drop, dropouts, out of school,<br>Proud of the will to fail.<br>You won`t find us in the school halls.<br>Look in the pool halls, or in jail.<br>Long may our colors wave,<br>Sons of the black and blue.<br>Light-hearted chaps<br>Who steal hubcaps,<br>We`ve got nothing else to do.<br>Ignoramus there you are,<br>Sitting in your hopped-up car,<br>And your brains ain`t up to par,<br>And your ears stick out too far.<br>Go, dropouts, go and buy,<br>One comic book or two.<br>You need some rest and enjoyment,<br>Your unemployment check is due.<br>Soon, dropouts, very soon,<br>You`ll wear a different hat.<br>Soon you will be in the Army.<br>Just try dropping out of that!