Sports Day

It's Sports Day and I'm coming last
In the back of the bleachers with my head in my hands
Jocks all gearing up for the tug of war
I'm sorry I dropped the baton I'm just, I'm not that fast
Now I'm sweating through my polo shirt
And I scraped my knee upon the astroturf
Cheerleaders pass without a glance
But the whole bottom set, they turn and laugh
I'm letting the side down, the marching band yells Sigma Beta Phi!
House Captain tells me Spend the next game on the side
The jocks are leering, muscles glisten in the August sun
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I'm not feeling that school spirit, that Sigma Beta Phi
Fingers sticky off of Mr. Freeze
If I fuck up now everyone will see
I'm not the swimmer, I'm not the athlete, I'm not the beauty queen
I grip the javelin, I spin and turn and then release
I'm letting the side down, the marching band yells Sigma Beta Phi!
House Captain tells me Spend the next game on the side
The jocks are leering, muscles glisten in the August sun
I'm not feeling that school spirit, that Sigma Beta Phi
I'm letting the side down, the marching band yells Sigma Beta Phi!
House Captain tells me Spend the next game on the side
The jocks are leering, muscles glisten in the August sun
I'm not feeling that school spirit, that Sigma Beta Phi
I'm letting the side down, the marching band goes on the same
My factor 50 spills my lunchbox sticker bares my name
The jocks are leering, muscles glisten in the August sun
I'm sweating harder now, the tannoy tells me it's my turn to run