The student is me

It’s 1o-clock could be am or pm
It’s all the same for the student that is me
Watch TV it’s Richard an Jud, call up my friend’s
Then watch more TV
It feels like mid night, when it’s mid day
Open the curtains, the run away
I find time to do my studies, in between TV
And vindaloo curies.

It’s a bad sight to see
The student that is me.

My mum calls me, a “chronic waster,
Why cant be like your perfect sister?”
She walks around, with her head up her ass
But I’m a student so I just smoke grass
It’s 5o-clock must be am/pm

Don’t really matter, to
The student that is me

I’d save the world, if I could be bothered,
Just seems like hard work, I’d rather get plastered.
Day light burns me, just like a vampire,
So I put tinted windows, in my Fiat Pander
My girl friend hates it, coz “it’s a rust bucket,
A 4w-d death trap”, but I quite like it
It makes me happy

Just a little piece of freedom,
For the student that is me

I spend my time, with the arty-fartie’s,
Drinking larger shandy, and gate-crashing parties.
It’s all Euro pop, and gay ass techno.
The DJ spins the same old records,
To a room full of geek’s, and retard bartered.
I dance away, just like the next one,
Crawl to the bar, and look for action.
Chat up a girl; tell her she’s fit.
Get her pissed, then it’s back to my bed-sit
I pass out drunk, she says “your funny”

This happens every week
To the student that is me

©Monday, 07 September 2009Alex Kyriacou