UnTunes:Subterranean IB Blues
| Main Page | Playlist | Requests | Artists | Support | Sing My Song | Random |
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|---|---|
| Fezzul (and his orchestra) | |
| From | Now to Then |
| Hometown | Blaenau Ffestiniog |
| Genre(s) | Folk <br\>Rock <br\>Whatever |
| Notable Single(s) | "Subterranean IB Blues" |
| Record Label | Snixy the Hilarious Chihuahua Records |
Inspiration[edit]
This little ditty is dedicated to all the poor students like myself who have had the misfortune to end up in the International Baccalaureate education program. Special thanks to Bob Dylan for turning a blind eye at me playing his spectacular music in an incredibly amateur fashion.
Lyrics[edit]
Pushing up his essay length
I’m on the pavement
Thinking about environment
The man in the lab coat
Says we got a lab report
Gotta get it all done
Look out kid
Its somethin’ you did
God knows when
You’ll have to do it all again
You’re workin’ all this Saturday
No time for your friends
The woman in the shiny office
With the big pen
Wants eleven CAS forms filled
You only got ten
Maggie comes fleet foot
Grades for her black book
Talkin’ ‘bout the heat put
‘Gainst the cow’s eye but
Fucked for bio anyway
Maggie says that many say
Get ready for Historay
Criteria for I. A.
Look out kid
Don’t matter what you did
World Lit. and Portfolios
Needed for tomorrows
Got Group 4 chose?
Poetry or prose?
Keep a clean nose
Watch the dress codes
You won’t need geography
To know which way the wind blows
Get sick, get well
Jumpin’ in an’ outa hell
Didja fail? Hard to tell
Is everyone gonna bail?
Try hard, get tarred
Get back, write to Yale
Get nailed, jump bail
Join the army, when you fail
Look out kid
You’re gonna get hit
Six-time users
Pissing ’round in theatre
You won’t want to meet her
Teacher in French A2
Lookin’ at the new tool
Don’t forget to read-er
‘Great Gatsby’ neither
Ah, get bored, keyboards
All hours of the morns
Extended essay, TOK
Listen, just try an’ do OK
Please her, please him, buy gifts
Don’t lie, don’t lift
Twenty years of schoolin’
And then they’ll ignore all that shit
Look out kid
They keep it all hid
Better find yourself a quite hole
Burn it on a candle
Write a bibliography
Hundred times for chemistry
Can’t have fun
Not allowed to chew gum
If you don’t do the work
IB will bite your ass off
Credits[edit]
Parody lyrics, & vocals: Your sig here (Fezzul, I live in your eyes)
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This page was originally sporked from Subterranean Homesick Blues by Bob Dylan. |