Everytime I hear the Burbank Bulldog band,
I'm getting misty eyed because I hate to see it end.
Maybe it's because I'll graduate this year,
So, this homecoming game will make me shed a tear.
Moving on is not so sad after all -
I got a scholarship for playing football.

Another pass, another catch,
Another Burbank - Burroughs match -
It's football season, another reason,
For gettin' stoopid.

We scored again, we got it made -
The coach is drenched in Gatorade.
The game was bitchen, were really itchen',
For gettin' stoopid.

Picture the drill team struttin',
All dressed in blue and white -
The homecoming queen's in satin,
Riding her float tonite.

They're all together, the queen and court,
Birds of a feather, offer support -
Sweetly bejeweled, folks, but don't be fooled, folks.
She's gettin' stoopid.
(Hey, guys! The homecoming queen's got a flask.)

After the game they celebrate -
So glad they came, they couldn't wait -
They're getting sated, intoxicated -
They're gettin' stoopid.

Mister Pinnell, the princi - pel,
Says, "What the hell?" - telltale smell -
They say they're pooped, now, but they are looped, now!
They're gettin' stoopid.

The homecoming queen looks dandy,
With a red nose and a-bloat -
The coach found a cache of brandy,
Inside the Burroughs" float.

They call the cops, they go to jail -
Their moms and pops won't pay their bail -
They got suspended, and now they're grounded,
For gettin' ess, tee, oh, oh, pee, eye, dee - stoopid!