Take a little trip with me back to junior high
Set the time machine to1975
We just found out that momma's gonna have another kid

Back in the eighth grade

Remember the days when life was not so mysterious

And follow me down the hall to the cafeteria
Where the worst thing I could mess up
Was dippin' yesterday's corndog in last week's ketchup

Back in the eighth grade

Why does the past always seem safer

Maybe because at least we know we made it
And why do we worry about the future
When every day will come just the way the Lord ordained it

You can believe it--yeah
Just like the eighth grade


Step out into the hall and feel the moment pass
Slam the locker, there's the bell, we're running to class
'Cause Mr. Jackson told us ?Don't be late for geometry again!?

We're back in the eighth grade

I drop my books, sit down, and mess with my hair

Susie looks at me and smiles, I'm walkin' on air
Then I hear my name, I missed the question, I mumble something, the class is laughin'
I love the eighth grade!


Why does the past always seem safer
Maybe because at least we know we made it

And why do we worry about the future
When every day will come just the way the Lord ordained it
You can believe it-yeah

Just like the eighth grade

You can believe it-yeah

Even the eighth grade