[Storyteller.]

Four years you think for sure
that's all you've got to endure,
all the total dicks,
all the stuck up chicks,
so superficial, so immature.
Then when you graduate
you take a look around
and you say "Hey wait,
this is the same as
where I just came from."
I thought it was over;
aw, that's just great.

The whole damn world is just as obsessed
with who's the best dressed and who's having sex,
who's got the money, who gets the honeys,
who's kinda cute and who's just a mess.
And you still don't have the right look
and you don't have the right friends.
Nothing changes but the faces,
the names, and the trends.
High school never ends.

Check out the popular kids:
you'll never guess what Jessica did;
how did Mary Kate lose all that weight?
And Katie had a baby so I guess Tom's straight.
And the only thing that matters
is climbing up that social ladder.
Still care about your hair and the car you drive,
doesn't matter if you're sixteen or thirty-five.

Reese Witherspoon - she's the prom queen.
Bill Gates - captain of the chess team.
Jack Black - the clown.
Brad Pitt - the quarterback.
I've seen it all before.
I want my money back.