Текст: The Toadies. Beauty School Dropout.

Your story sad to tell
A teenage ne'er do well
Most mixed up non-delinquent on the block

your futures so unclear now
what's left of your career now
can't even get a trade in on your smile
beauty school dropout
no graduation day for you
beauty school dropout
missed your mid-terms and flunked shampoo
well at least you could have taken time,
to wash and clean your clothes up
after spending all that dough,
to have the doctor fix your nose up

better get movin
why keep your feeble hopes alive
what are you provin
you've got the dream but not the drive

if you go for your diploma you could join the steno pool
turn in your teasin' comb and go back to high school

beauty school dropout
hanging around the corner store
beauty school dropout
it's about time you knew the score

well they couldn't teach you anything
you think you're such a looker
but no customer will go to you

until she is a hooker

baby don't sweat it
you're not cut out to hold a job
better forget it
who wants their hair done by a slob

now your bangs are curled your lashes twirled,
but still the world is cruel
wipe off that angel face and go back to high school

baby don't blow it
don't put my good advice to shame
baby you know it
even dear Abby'd say the same

now I've called the shot,
get off the pot, I really gotta fly
gotta be going to that malt shop in the sky

beauty school dropout (beauty school dropout)
go back to high school
beauty school dropout (beauty school dropout)
go back to high school
beauty school dropout (beauty school dropout)
go back to high school