Yo, Bill Nye, listen I just don’t get itSittin’ in the classroom and all I do is fidgetOnly digits I’m thinkin’ ‘bout belong to that pretty girlSittin’ next to me in astronomy learning about the world
No one knows the answer, so why you keep askin’?I’m stressing these questions, what elements are reactive?I’ll tell you what this class is—a prison, and I’m captiveMy mind’s more twisted than deoxyribonucleic acid
What happens when a star explodes? I don’t know!Hey, anymore of that talk’ll give ya strep throatElectrons and protons, more theories on photonsSchool meant to separate the prodigies from the morons?
Technologies and studies, could you slow down please?All this thinking is sure to give me brain freezeGadgets and gizmos, I’m telling you it’s no funWho cares how they work, I just wanna know how to use one
[chorus]I just don’t get itI just don’t get itI just don’t get it
You say it’ll help my future, well then educate meWhen will the square root of a negative really save me?Engraving this stuff in my brain, it’s overloadingEveryday it’s the same, another quiz without warning
I’m telling you right now, I can’t take it anymoreLooking at equations like nails on a chalkboardFormulas infuriate me, all this calculatingAll the way in the back having a hard time concentrating
Teaching the universe, planets and lightyearsMaking me curse, gotta get the heck outta hereIf you gonna be like that, no I don’t want my test backI’ll tell you one more thing, this is bull crap, and that’s a fact
You say I gotta have more knowledge in scienceBut I’m in the back of the class with a lack of interest and defianceNo amount of extra credit will doI’m packing up my stuff and giving up, I’m through!
[chorus]I just don’t get itI just don’t get itI just don’t get it
I work so hard over the summer to forget this stuffSeptember rolls around and I guess you just hadn’t had enoughUp in the front at your podium of excellenceI can hear you loud and clear, you’re just not making any sense
Again with the concepts and the however many presidentsSorry, but in my life, there are other things with precedenceI don’t believe that there’s a point to all this educationAll it does is cause stress and overloading frustration
But it’s the freakin’ weekend and I’m tweakin’ out manAll us kids wanna do is chill out, don’t you understand?Friday rolls around and you can tell I start slackin’I just wanna hit the sac and watch TV and start relaxin’
Maybe Monday I’ll be ready to go to the libraryRead a book, do some homework, or on the contraryI’ll pretend to have a fever and stay home a few daysAin’t no way I’d go to school with an onset of malaise
What a wonderful plan, yes, I am an evil geniusFirst order of business—all the time, we’ll have recessI’ll be king of the playground, king of the schoolKing of the classroom, hey, no more rules!
[chorus]I just don’t get itI just don’t get itI just don’t get it
_____________________________________________________I Just Don't Get ItHotdish Hans