Pete calls out to his friend from grade three.
"Claire can you help me?
I told myself not to get trapped.
But I'm lost in my guernsey."

Claire walks on, a smile she does crack.
She ignores the fat failure.
Claire will dribble sauce down his coat first.
Then help out the dork later.

His stink vice,
Ruined a lovely day for you and me in Junior High.
Don't deny.
You will be safe to think Pete's a major imbecile.

Don't joke about it.

Pete nudges the girl next desk along.
Tina sees that he's failing.
He'll flunk no matter how much she helps out the mong.
It's just luck he's inhaling.

Woah, pink eye!
It was a lovely day for you and me in Junior High.
Makes me cry.
We won't ever stop old Pete, smearing cheese on his tie.

A lovely day in Junior High... ruined by Pete... don't joke about it.

Aaabhorred.
Why does Pete bungle everything that we do?!
Nooo spare ward.
Do his comments have to spraaaay?


You can see lots of zits on his face.
And his lunch in his braces.
He's probably ostracised from every party,
Though you'd find methane traces.

Oh, blink twice.
Was that another cup that Pete swallowed of pesticide?
Pass him by.
Pete has several types of brain disorders at the one time.

Don't joke about it...Don't joke about it...
It was a lovely day in Junior High
Until we met that guy...
I want to run away, crawl up and die,
Just get away from that guy...