Senioritis, grades are fallin'
The teachers don't make any sense
I am drowning in a freakishly huge workload
You won't believe the sitch that I am in
Senior year's so crazy and the work is hard to do
And I'd gladly get out of that place and go if I knew
The date of the last day of school
The date of the last day of school

Chorus:
That may be all I need
It's the only remedy
There is to cure this cold disease
I've got major senioritis, and I really wanna leave

They say you'll get out in no time, ah yeah yeah yeah
But I'm thinking, "Not a chance"
It's like a nightmare or a bad thunderstorm
That just never seems to end

Chorus - repeat