School Samba

I have to stay after class.

If I don't, I won't pass.

The school becomes so lonely,

once it turns 3:30.

I am so alone,

and then I hear the phone.

It's your ride home.

You want to leave just like me,

but we can't.

I start work at 8:00,

once I do, I don't stop.

This place becomes so lonely,

once it turns 9:30.

I am so alone,

and then I hear the phone.

It's your ride home.

You want to leave just like me,

but we can't.

I am the teacher,

who wants to retire.

I am the worker,

who wants to be fired.

I am the kid,

who wants to graduate.

But we all have to wait.