(Talking)
Hi, I'm doing intro to Psych,
Yeah we got three minutes till the stats exam,
I think it's in the main room in the sports hall,
We have to all go in and have to answer a couple of questions,
Maybe what is the standard deviation of X, Y and Z,
Aaah, my source just called and said we haven't a hope,
I'll have to agree about that,
Give us a boo, hoo, hoo,
It's a crappy day,
Yeah guys this is murder,
I'm starting to cry here,
Don't wanna go to the exam man,
What do you think?
Guys?
I'm gonna die here, die.

I woke up again this morning with the sun in my eyes,
The time I got up was an unsweet surprise,
A tragic story with a twist,
Of a university student who went out on the pi$$,
Had to get my ass out of bed,
Start revising on the way.

But I did nothing,
Absolutely nothing that day,
I say, what the hell was I doing staying out so late,
The day before a test?
I got the fever for the party,
The test score will be lame,
Still I could just blag it.

And the children on the bus kept on laughing at us,
As we rode on down to the library again,
Blurting out answers
Guzzling down the caffeine,
Just me and a friend.
Feeling like a reject,
Working on a project,
Yeah right!

But we did nothing,
Absolutely bupkiss that day,
I ask you why the hell did I go out drinking on that day?
I'm gonna fail.
With my mind on my coursework and my money on the drink,
Won't get a decent job,
So I better wise up,
And start revising.

(More talking)
Yeah after one more round, I promise.

Some lecturers they wanted to teach us,
And other lecturers, said we weren't worth the fuss,
You could see them all bitching in the halls,
Above the fine line between the nerds and the slackers.

See my paper and think what have I got done girl,
I have a conclusion, and I guess that's something,
But I tell you its nothing to do with the rest of my essay,
That's what they'll say.

If I pretend I have a fever,
I'll get leniently marked,
But it still won't help,

(Talking, once again)
God I need some help,
Come on man,
Fix me up.

No A, no A, hell no A, no A (x3)

So I ask you why the hell did I stay out drinking quite so late?
I should have revised.

(Even more talking)
She's dying guys, dying,
Yeah, mighty desperate I reckon.

No A,
No A,
No A.