And so we talked all night about (well, I forget what)
Maybe it was politics or Jamie's butt
We're all thinking 'bout the things we've done
All agree, "Our freshman year was fun"
But when we leave this year we won't have an excuse
To be hanging out by the big box of refuse
And if we've got someone that we must insult
We better do it right now, cause next year we'll be too 'adult'
As our peers mature, to their fate we're bound
We're growing up, but maybe we'll find ways to grow down
And I keep thinking of that night in May
I didn't know how to drive (did it anyway)
And there were old Nerf guns
We'd run around, have fun
Go outside, think of stunts that we should try
We'd get so excited, jump off trampolines
Laughing at ourselves, such immature teens
(How fast do fractures heal?)

As we go on, I'll remember
Skinny dipping in December
And if we get jobs, marry rich men
We will still be stupid freshmen

Do you remember the time when we all double dated
('Twas the food we loved and the guys that we hated)
Will we still remember when our lungs got torn
Me with my oboe, you with your French horn
Will any of us ever find successful careers?
Will Jamie be a hit man, will she ever kill Britney Spears?
Until the future comes and takes its hold
We'll keep on acting like we're ten years old
("I'd like a Happy Meal...")

As we go on, I can predict
We'll re-enact all our antics
And as our lives change (Change? Come again?)
We will still be stupid freshmen

La, la, la, la; yeah, yeah, yeah
La, la, la, la, we will still be stupid freshmen

Will our immaturity run out and fade into black
Can we survive as adults, can we ever go back?
I guess I thought we'd always be amused
Don't want a future, I want my Velcro shoes
Will we still make those smoothies that defy cooking laws?
Will we be too 'adult' to use crazy straws?
I don't, don't wanna get a school degree
I'd rather stay home and watch MTV

As we go on, won't graduate
We'll play rugby on our ice skates
And as our bones crack, we will laugh when
People ask "Are you still freshmen?"

We'll be forty, acting thirteen
We'll win medals, maybe Prom Queen
And as our lives fade we'll keep our Zen
All our lives as stupid freshmen