It's three O'clock on Monday.
There's one more hour of school.
There's nothin' in my lunchbox.
The teacher's lost his cool.
I'm staring out the window.
I can't wait to be free.
Free of all this bullshit.
To act out all my dreams.
Well meet me at the car pound
With some cans of spray paint.
I can bring some cigarettes
'Cause Momma's gone away
And Daddy's playing poker.
He don't care anyways
He's been out since Friday.
Squanderin' all his pay.
Tonight I plan to make it.
To be free at last.
Free of all this bullshit.
To hike up my mast.
I'll write you when I get there.
I'll send you my address.
'Cause I have got to get this
Lorry off my chest.
Meet me...
And you can bring your girl along.
Well if she's got a lovely friend
And we'll show them what us town boys
Do with some time to spend
And bring some Coca Cola
I found a bit of whiskey
'Cause it could be a long time
'Till I'm back here with yee
Meet me...
And Daddy's just a joker.
He don't care anyway
He's been out all weekend
Squanderin' all his pay.
