sitting in my class in a desk as old as the teacher
into my slumber i'm falling deeper and deeper
x plus five so on and so forth
in my life x has no value or worth

but these are the geometry blues
that i fall under with you
and you're there with me
as i watch you sleep
geometry blues are what keep me going
the puddle on your desk keeps on growing
yeah it keeps on growing

[chorus]
school is for losers and people who are smart
not for the kids and the kids at heart
so drop the books and the pocket protectors
tell the teacher to fuck off and stop the lecturs
school is for the losers and people who are smart
not for the kids and the kids at heart

history is a bore with maps and people who are dead
who cares about washington and what he said
we're into the future never the past
the future is now and is gonna last

but i look over and see you sleeping again
from this history class we will not gain
so let me join you now in your slumber on the desk
we can ignore the teacher and all the rest

[chorus]
school is for losers and people who are smart
not for the kids and the kids at heart
so drop the books and the pocket protectors
tell the teacher to fuck off and stop the lecturs
school is for the losers and people who are smart
not for the kids and the kids at heart

chemicals and compounds are worst of all
who cares about atoms and other things too small
give me my guitar and let me rock out loud
being on stage in front of the crowd
then the bell rings and wakes me up from my dream
its off to another class its all the same theme

[chorus]
school is for losers and people who are smart
not for the kids and the kids at heart
so drop the books and the pocket protectors
tell the teacher to fuck off and stop the lecturs
school is for the losers and people who are smart
not for the kids and the kids at heart