Gym the last day of school

Good smells, bad smells
Perfume, ax
Sometimes even smells like melted wax
Stomping like an elephant up the bleachers
Even the tall and skinny teachers
The boys play with the basketballs
Some even leave and run through the halls
Everyone with cellphones in hand
Some with their instuments from band
It's the last day of school and no one has a care
If you jump, spit, your even walk around in your underwear
Teachers are waiting for the 1:40 bell
Just so they can say "I survived another year of hell"
When that bell rings we run out without a doubt
Hell yea Schools out!