It's Maths again,
I'm wondering why I... got out of bed at all,
The morning rain clouds up the windows,
And I can't see at all,
But even I could it'd all be grey,
And the notes are on the board,
They remind me that it's very bad, it's very bad

I had homework last night till 2am,
My head just feels in pain,
I woke up late and there'll be hell to pay,
I'm late for school again,
And even if I'm there, they'll all imply that I might not last the day,
And then it's maths again and it's very bad, it's very bad...

Yes, I... want to punch you,
For givin' me the worst days of my life,
And oh-oh, to be away from maths,
Is having the best time of my life.

(Lots of ohs and yeahs)

Push the door, I'm in the form room,
And I'm packing homework books,
Then I found out that I had maths,
And maths is all I think,
But even if I do the homework,
I just won't have a clue,
Because it's too-oo hard...

Yes, I... want to punch you,
For givin' me the worst days of my life,
And oh-oh, to be away from maths,
Is having the best time of my life.

Yes, I... want to punch you,
For givin' me the worst days of my life,
And oh-oh, to be away from maths,
Is having the best time of my life.