Smokin' In The Boys Room - Mötley Crüe

Thank you motherfuckers…

Get those fuckin hands up…

Did you ever seem to have one of those days

When everyone seemed to be on your case

From your teacher all the waydown to your best girlfriend

Well, that used to happen to me all the time

But I found a way to get out of it

Sittin in the classroom thinkin its a drag

Listening to the teacher rap--just ain’t my bag

When two bells ring you know its my cue

Gonna meet the boys on floor number 2

Smokin in the boys room

Smokin in the boys room

Teacher dont you fill me up with your rules

Everybody knows that smokin ain’t allowed in school

Checkin out the halls makin sure the coast is clear

Lookin in the stalls--nah, there ain’t nobody here

My buddies sixx, mick & tom

To get caught would surely be the death of us all

Smokin in the boys room

Smokin in the boys room

Teacher dont you fill me up with your rules

Everybody knows that smokin ain’t allowed in school

Put me to work in the school bookstore

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

Smokin in the boys room

Teacher dont you fill me up with your rules

Everybody knows that smokin ain’t allowed in school

Smokin in the boys room

Smokin in the boys room

Smokin in the boys room

Smokin in the boys room

Teacher dont you fill me up with your rules

Everybody knows that smokin ain’t allowed in school

One more time

Smokin in the boys room

Smokin in the boys room

Teacher I ain’t foolin around with your rules

Everybody knows that smokin ain’t allowed in school