Beauty School Dropout sing and play along

Your story's sad to tell, a teenage ne'erdowell,

most mixed up nondelinquent on the block.

Your future's so unclear now, what's left of your career now;

can't even get a tradein on your smock.

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Ya ya ya ya ya ya ya ya ya ya ya ya ya ya ya ya ya ya ya ya ya ya ya ya.

ya. Beauty school dropout,

no graduation day for you.

Beauty school dropout,

missed your midterms and flunked shampoo.

Well, at least you could have taken time to wash and clean your clothes up,

after spending all that dough to have the doctor fix your nose up.

Baby, get movin';

why keep your feeble hopes alive?

What are you provin'?

You got the dream, but not the drive.

If you go for your diploma,

you could join a steno pool.

Turn in your teasing comb and go back to high school.

Beauty school sweat it,

you're not cut out to hold a job.

Better forget it;

who wants their hair done by a slob?

Now, your bangs are curled, your lashes twirled,

but still the world is cruel.

Wipe off that angel face and go back to high school.

Ya ooh.