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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' SongtexteI 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 Aus Songtexte Mania