VERSE 1
My brain is dry I'm wondrin' why I got out of bed at all.
This promblem's dumb and I can't stand it; oh, math class is a bore!
And even if I paid attention, it'd be all wrong,
and it reminds me that I'm bad at math, I'm bad at math.
I did too much last night, my homework's gone, my head is just a
pain.
I missed the bus and now I'm running fast; I'm late for school again
and even if I'm there my hide they'll fry; I didn't do the math,
so they remind me, that I'm bad at math, I'm bad at math.

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So I want to sue whoever made up math class; it wrecks my life.
For just to be in math
is wreckin' my daytime, and my night.

VERSE 2
Push the door, I'm home at last exhausted through and through
then I remember I've got homework
which I now have to do!
And even if the house falls down
I wouldn't have a clue,
and that's because I want to sue, I want to sue.

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