Isolated, we are castaways
Alone in room 220, all summer days
Were reprimanded by a guy named Scott
Got the grace that replaced a strike we shoulda got
Butchie Whuchie was the song we sang
Da Summer staff, da seals, Butch and da gang
Uptown victory with Pop- and da boys
Boca downtown just hearing the noise
Da seals were out, da board was gone
Da hooptie was crashed or so says the song
Now summers over in one fact we trust
Morris and Sam-Mac; Geeks or bust
[Chorus:] *What will people think when they hear that Sam and Craig are geeks
What will people do since they know that it's true
I don't really care if we are labeled "super geeks"
Cause there ain't no disguising the smell*
(No we ain't into using Glade)
(cause there just ain't no hiding the smell)
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*What will people think when they find out that Sam's a geek
What will people do since they know Craig is too?
We don't really care if we are labeled "super geeks"
Cause there ain't no disguising the smell*
Our lust for cleanness must be vain
The other staff think we must be insane
The Navy seals know of our strengths
And to find them they sniffed for some near fatal lengths
I saw Craig with a tattoo on his six pack stomach
He was hanging around in his Moses tunic
It took Sam a while to see who it was
Time spent watching it did it just cause
Butchie Wutchie is who it showed in a typical tattoo green
He stood on a stool in the middle of the pantry
And was hooked on Helene
Our lust for cleanness must be vain
The other staff think we must be insain
The Navy seals know of our strengths
And to find them they sniffed for some near fatal lengths
Sam boy mac had a lot on his mind
The tapes that he copied were a waste of time
He did his laundry when people observed
His obsession with regression hadda be curbed
Nobody questioned that he was da man
His Navy Seal pranks were the talk of the land
"Green Barettes" was his group so to speak
And that totally proved he was a super geek
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