The GED fight song
Filed under High School Graduation, Trades and Culture
He acts like a snob, but he can’t get a job with his Doctor of Philosophy.
I told him, try to get hired before you get fired. Don’t go talkin’ like Socrates.
Tell ‘em thatcha’ gonna’ wanna’ be a plumba’. So ya’ workin’ on ya’ GED.
Try to get hired before ya’ get fired. Don’t say nuthin’bout philosophy.
Don’t act like a snob and ya’ might get a job, Who cares aboutcha’ PhD?
I dropped outta’ school. Turned out pretty cool. Hey just look at me.
Academically misguided. But never been indicted. And I got my GED.
“GED”. In your own spare time. “Rah Rah Rah!”
“GED”. Night school or right on line. “Fight Fight Fight!”
The Reunion Comittee, they’re still tryin’ to give me pictures from the senior trip.
My Permanent Record must be infected. They shoulda’ knew by now I quit.
Got no pieces of the goal post. I wasn’t hot for the homecoming queen.
Never had to get bombed at no hi-school prom. ‘Cause I got my GED.
“GED”. In your own spare time. “Rah Rah Rah!”
“GED”. Night school or right on line. “Fight Fight Fight!”
“Yeahhh…!”
Try to get hired before ya’ get fired. Don’t say nuthin’bout philosophy.
Don’t act like a snob and ya’ might get a job. Who cares aboutcha’ PhD?
I dropped outta’ school. Turned out pretty cool. Hey just look at me.
Acdemically misguided. But never been indicted. And I Got my GED.
Gimme a G…”g…” Gimme a E…”e…” Gimme a D…”d…”
Gimme a P…”p…” Gimme a K…”k…” MNX…”mnx…” LBYZ…”lbyz…”
Tell me. What a ya’ got…”Ged-pik-min-exel-biz?”…”Yeahhh…!”
I got thrown outta’ Aloysius, in nineteen sixty three.
So I had to go to Delgada’, and I got my GED. “General Equivalency Diploma!”
Got my G-E-D…
(copyright 2006, Benny “Grunch” Antin, Anzel-Anzel, BMI )
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