Semester is out The teacher is in There ain't no exams but, oh You better bet you're gonna learn somethin'
So get in the van And pay all your dues And stay a while, yeah, stay You're in the spirit school
Gimme your tired Gimme your weak Gimme the gangly voice Gimme the girls with the funny feet
You'll work on your sticks And you'll play guitar I promise you, I promise We'll go number four
We're rubber and you're glue And no matter what you say We're gonna stick it right to you
We're rubber and you're glue And no matter what you say We're gonna stick it right to you
You won't get expelled And we'll never tell I got a pocket full of secrets And a magic pill
We'll keep it movin' But everything's cool So stay a while, yeah, stay You're in the spirit school
We're rubber and you're glue And no matter what you say We're gonna stick it right to you
We're rubber and you're glue And no matter what you say We're gonna stick it right to you
Why well, do you think I sold my soul? Won't see my love for weeks We've miles and miles to go
Before we sleep in dreams We're livin' on our dreams Don't fret your pretty head Just 'cause we're lookin' like the walkin' dead
We're rubber and you're glue And no matter what you say We're gonna stick it right to you
We're rubber and you're glue And no matter what you say We're gonna stick it right to youTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
