Graduation has come and gone Summers here and the party's on No scratch to spend, no ride to drive No way to kill my summertime The coach from the school say he'll gimme a job If I mention his name they outta put me on Yeah that's good work, if yous can get it And you best believe coach, I won't forget it As the rich kids steal the poor kids dance At the after party near the underpass Then a greasy little girl at the Liberty Lanes On break from the thirty minute oil change Bought a can of pop, she took a sip and said "There's an after party at the dealership, Tonight I'd like yah to meet me later, I'll bring the after party favours, And after that there's an after-after Party-party we'll shake the rafters, Make the coach a marter". Yah that's good work, if you can get it And you best believe coach, I won't forget it As the rich kids sing the poor kids song At the after party all night long At the bar in town, the coach just sits Waitin for the party at the dealership The drunk ex-cheerleaders all come in And thier outta school now, so they're inta him The rich kids rave, the poor kids dance They gather out near the underpass, Near the grain elevator, where the strip mall slammed In the school ball meeting where they just banned, Guns and prayers and knives and gangs And cut funding for the marching band And the puts, and the shots, and the vaccines for keepin coaches off the cheerleaders, keepin coaches off the cheerleaders. Stretch your hamstrings on the floor, Yah that's good work, if you can get it And you best believe coach, I won't forget it As the rich kids steal the poor kids dance At the after party near the underpass I walked out lookin for the coaches job To the human resource office of The (?)grace seven porner(?), where it was clear That the coach didn't do me no favors there Rang the bell on the counter, and I heard her tonen And this rich came creepin out thru the hole Of the plexiglass and started sayin' "The likes of you don't work these jobs, Whatcha doin down here my man"? Lookin for work, if I can get it, If yah put me on, you won't regret it And no one here knows More than me would get it As the rich kids sing the poor kids song At the after party all night long Yeah the rich kids steal the poor kids dance At the after party near the underpass Yeah the rich kids steal the poor kids song, summers here and the partys on Graduation has come and gone Summers here and the party's on No scratch to spend, no ride to drive No way to kill this summertime