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, 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

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, and 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