Some nights I stay up,
Studyin’ my butt off..
Some nights it’s just awful.
Some nights I wish that studying wasn’t a hastle
Some nights my eyes just fall out..
But I still read books, I still write my notes
Oh, Lord, I’m still not sure what I’m in for
Woah oh oh
(What do I cram for?)
… Woah oh oh (What do I cram for?)
Most nights I don’t know anymore…
Oh, whoa, oh, whoa, oh, whoa, oh, oh,Oh, whoa, oh, whoa, oh, whoa, oh, oh
This is it, boys, its exams.
study? Nah-its time to cram.
Why don’t we ever prepare ourselves in advance…?
I was never one to believe in stress.
Now my brain wont work, even to get dressed!
I try twice as hard and I’m blacking out
But here they come again its time to write…
guys what does ship mean, thought it was a boat.