Life In the Fast Lane

I think I know what life's about It's ten a.m. when I set out To eat, and then I snarf my food You know that I am looking good I go to class, get on my phone I tell the teach: "Leave me alone!" She tells me that I'm gonna flunk I tell her: "What a bunch of bunk!" She sends me to the dean, for what? I open his door, begin to strut He says, "The game is up; get out of here." I say, "Thanks much, n'go have a beer... Now it's six p.m., time for dinner Fries and a coke will sate this sinner Then I'm off, to hit the town Rock-and-roll, and come on down I get it on with a foxy chick We smoke and drink till we get sick I hit the sack by midnight's end Then I'm up at ten to do it again ****** I trust you liked my little story I hope it didn't anger or bore ye That it's the truth is plain to see The bad part is ~ The joke's on me