I study hard, late on a Friday night,
I'll try my best, to get the answers right,
you staryt talking about
dissolving ozone layers,
it never did make sense to me,

And that's about the time when I stopped listening,
nobody really likes chemistry,
and we're still learning about pesticides,
and what the heck is DDT?
My teacher say's I'm level eight,
What's my grade again, what's my grade again?

Later on, in my maths class,
I'm bored to death, I'll let the world go past.
This work is way too hard, what if my brain explodes?
I can't stand trigonometry,

And that's about the time you start to shout at me,
it's not my fault I don't like density,
and we're still learning about histograms,
and what the heck is frequency?
my teacher says I'm level eight,
what's my grade again, what's my grade again?

And that's about the time you start to shout at me,
like it's my fault you don't make sense to me,
And you keep saying I should concentrate,
so I can pass GCSEs,
My teacher says to use my brain,

Where's my brain again?
Where's my brain again?