School Days

Got a spaceship made of mustard
That I built all by myself
But then I couldn't get it off the ground that day
When your father came around

You were hiding from your sister
When I took the SATs
When she found you in the cupboard
You were polishing your knees

I'm a saxophone in outer space
I'm a lumpy maitre'de
Down and out in San Antonio
Is the best they did for me

Now I'm cooking lots of parrots
And I'm finishing my degree
On an eighty hour workweek
When I learned to waterski

Fifty eight minutes to Kojak
Better deal with my old man
'Cause the cable box is on the fritz
And the door's stuck on the can

We don't need to go to high school
We don't need to get a job
All we need is educa-ti-on
And a hitman from the mob