Principal's Office

Old 1970's female voice, synthwave, bpm 100, vinyl sounds

July 30th, 2024suno

Lyrics

**Verse 1:** We're in hot water, ain't no diggin' it, Teacher's got the skinny, we're caught red-handed, No use cryin' or flippin' our lids, Gonna take our lumps, like a couple of kids. **Pre-Chorus 1:** No more messin' around, no more the bullshit, Principal's got a bat and a hockey stick We're sweatin' bullets, ain't no escape, Gonna beat our ass, it's our fate. **Chorus:** Standin' in line, knees knockin', lookin' pale, Principal's office, it's a one-way trail, Sweatin' bullets, hearts poundin' fast, Gonna beat our ass, hope it goes by fast. (Short solo) **Verse 2:** It's the end of the road, no more monkeyshines, We got nabbed, time to walk the line, No more shuckin' and jivin', the jig is up, He might take us to the clinic to get lobo'd up. **Pre-Chorus 2:** No more coolin' it, or actin' like dopes, Gonna mind our p's and q's, hangin' by ropes, The man's got a temper, no mercy shown, Gonna beat our ass, feel it to the bone. **Chorus:** Standin' in line, knees knockin', lookin' pale, Principal's office, it's a one-way trail, Sweatin' bullets, hearts poundin' fast, Gonna beat our ass, hope it goes by fast. **Bridge:** No more coolin' it, or actin' like dopes, Gonna mind our p's and q's, hangin' by ropes, The man’s got a temper, like a firecracker's blast, Gonna take our licks, gonna get some blisters on our ass. **Chorus:** Standin' in line, knees knockin', lookin' pale, Principal's office, it's a one-way trail, Sweatin' bullets, hearts poundin' fast, Gonna beat our ass, hope it goes by fast. **Outro:** So we'll toe the line, and maybe, just maybe, We'll stop actin' like a couple of crazy babies, Next time we’ll play it straight, no more jivin', Avoid the principal’s office, and keep on survivin'. And as we're leavin', heads hangin' low, He throws poop at us, it's a rotten show, Ain't no mercy, ain't no slack, Got hit with a turd, right in the back. (End) ** Epic Chorus:** Standin' in line, knees knockin', lookin' pale, Principal's office, it's a one-way trail, Sweatin' bullets, hearts poundin' fast, Gonna beat our ass, hope it goes by fast. (Short voice solo) **Verse 2:** It's the end of the road, no more monkeyshines, We got nabbed, time to walk the line, No more shuckin' and jivin', the jig is up, He might take us to the clinic to get lobo'd up. **Pre-Chorus 2:** No more coolin' it, or actin' like dopes, Gonna mind our p's and q's, hangin' by ropes, The man's got a temper, no mercy shown, Gonna beat our ass, feel it to the bone. **Chorus:** Standin' in line, knees knockin', lookin' pale, Principal's office, it's a one-way trail, Sweatin' bullets, hearts poundin' fast, Gonna beat our ass, hope it goes by fast. **Bridge:** No more coolin' it, or actin' like dopes, Gonna mind our p's and q's, hangin' by ropes, The man’s got a temper, like a firecracker's blast, Gonna take our licks, gonna get some blisters on our ass. **Chorus:** Standin' in line, knees knockin', lookin' pale, Principal's office, it's a one-way trail, Sweatin' bullets, hearts poundin' fast, Gonna beat our ass, hope it goes by fast. **Outro:** So we'll toe the line, and maybe, just maybe, We'll stop actin' like a couple of crazy babies, Next time we’ll play it straight, no more jivin', Avoid the principal’s office, and keep on survivin'. And as we're leavin', heads hangin' low, He throws poop at us, it's a rotten show, Ain't no mercy, ain't no slack, Got hit with a turd, right in the back. (End)

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