High School Drool

Who's that under the bleachers?
Well, that's Louis
Let me tell you about Louis
Louis was a mover and he weren't no fool
But he had a little trouble with his high school drool
He was a low motivator, a fast calculator on the little girls
Ooh, out in the schoolyard buyin' anything
Checkin' out good what the new boys bring
You can't see the clock and you never hear the ring, but who cares?
Talk fine, feelin' clean
Lookin' so dragged by the whole damn thing
You wanna know the answer, I just play the fool
I gotta see a man 'bout my high school drool
Ridin' out to county line, the fingers in your hair
A good smoke, some bad wine, no one seems to care
You hear some joker come screamin' on the air
Just tryin' to sell it to you (He's tryin' to sell it to you)
But ninety miles an hour with your feet against the floor
You never saw the lights and you never heard the roar
You'd laugh if you did 'cause it's all such a bore anyway
Hey, hey
Talk fine, feelin' clean
Lookin' so dragged by the whole damn thing
You wanna know the answer, I just play the fool
I gotta see a man 'bout my high school drool
Oh, get droolin' now, Louis
Ow
That bird will love you to death
Talk fine, feelin' clean
Riding high, sweet street machine
You wanna know the questions, I just play the fool
I gotta see a man 'bout my high school drool
Light that thing
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