(Spoken)
How you doin' out there?
Ya ever seem to have one of those days
Where it just seems like you’re always really, really late?
To school or to your low-payin’ part-time job
Well, ya know, I used to have 'em just about every day
But I found a way to get out of 'em
Let me tell ya ‘bout it!

Sitting in my old car, ‘bout an hour late
Stuck by the railroad, goin’ by’s a freight
The freight train passed, knew what I’d do
I'm gonna haul my *ss to my high school

Speedin’ in the school zone
Speedin’ through the school zone
Now, copper, don't you write me up a tick-et
But everybody knows that speedin’ ain't allowed near school

Drivin’ down the road, makin' sure there ain’t no cops
Look at the rear-view mirror, "No, there ain't nobody here"
My old Bonneville, it ain’t got no vim
But I could surely burn the tires off the rims

Speedin’ in the school zone
Speedin’ through the school zone
The cop, he done up and wrote a ticket
He told me real stern, that speedin’ ain't allowed near school



(Instrumental break)

Oh, crap!

Judge put me to work, on the sheriff road crew
Cracked up rocks, and I got bored
The sheriff was lookin' for me all around
But he didn’t know where I was bound

Speedin’ in the school zone (Yes indeed, I was)
Speedin’ in the school zone (Now, copper, don't you tell me I broke my parole)
But now I know I’m headed back to a jail cell nice and cold


(Spoken)
One more!

Speedin’ in the school zone
No speedin’ in the school zone
Speedin’ in the school zone
Speedin’ in the school zone
Now, copper, I am fully aware of the rules
And now I truly know that speedin' ain't allowed near school!