The Drop-outs March Lyrics - Singles - Allan Sherman

No more pencils, no more books 

No more teachers dirty looks 

Dropouts, dropouts, yeah team 

On dropouts down the field 

Ain't we the national shame 

Cheer for our fun-loving breed 

Who can't hardly read 

Or write our name 

March dropouts, backward march 

Ain't we a tragedy 

Leave us unite and fight, fight, fight 

For good old stupidity 

Duh 

Duh 

Drop dropouts out of school 

Proud of the will to fail 

You won't find us in the school halls 

Look in the pool halls or in jail 

Long may our colors wave 

Sons of the black and blue 

Light-hearted chaps who steal hubcaps 

We've got nothing else to do 

Ignoramus there you are 

Sitting in your hopped-up car 

And your brains ain't up to par 

And your ears stick out too far 

Go dropouts, go and buy 

One comic book or two 

You need some rest and enjoyment 

Your unemployment check is due 

Soon dropouts very soon 

You'll wear a different hat 

Soon you will be in the Army 

Just try dropping out of that