UnTunes:Subterranean IB Blues

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Fezzul (and his orchestra)
From Now to Then
Hometown Blaenau Ffestiniog
Genre(s) Folk <br\>Rock <br\>Whatever
Notable Single(s) "Subterranean IB Blues"
Record Label Snixy the Hilarious Chihuahua Records

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Inspiration[edit]

This little ditty is dedicated to all the poor students like myself who have had the misfortune to end up in the International Baccalaureate education program. Special thanks to Bob Dylan for turning a blind eye at me playing his spectacular music in an incredibly amateur fashion.

Lyrics[edit]

Johnny’s in the basement

Pushing up his essay length

I’m on the pavement

Thinking about environment

The man in the lab coat

Chalk out, glasses on

Says we got a lab report

Gotta get it all done

Look out kid

Its somethin’ you did

God knows when

You’ll have to do it all again

You’re workin’ all this Saturday

No time for your friends

The woman in the shiny office

With the big pen

Wants eleven CAS forms filled

You only got ten



Maggie comes fleet foot

Grades for her black book

Talkin’ ‘bout the heat put

‘Gainst the cow’s eye but

Fucked for bio anyway

Maggie says that many say

Get ready for Historay

Criteria for I. A.

Look out kid

Don’t matter what you did

World Lit. and Portfolios

Needed for tomorrows

Got Group 4 chose?

Poetry or prose?

Keep a clean nose

Watch the dress codes

You won’t need geography

To know which way the wind blows



Get sick, get well

Jumpin’ in an’ outa hell

Didja fail? Hard to tell

Is everyone gonna bail?

Try hard, get tarred

Get back, write to Yale

Get nailed, jump bail

Join the army, when you fail

Look out kid

You’re gonna get hit

By losers, cheaters

Six-time users

Pissing ’round in theatre

You won’t want to meet her

Teacher in French A2

Lookin’ at the new tool

Don’t forget to read-er

Great Gatsby’ neither



Ah, get bored, keyboards

All hours of the morns

Extended essay, TOK

Listen, just try an’ do OK

Please her, please him, buy gifts

Don’t lie, don’t lift

Twenty years of schoolin’

And then they’ll ignore all that shit

Look out kid

They keep it all hid

Better find yourself a quite hole

Burn it on a candle

Write a bibliography

Hundred times for chemistry

Can’t have fun

Not allowed to chew gum

If you don’t do the work

IB will bite your ass off


Credits[edit]

Parody lyrics, & vocals: Your sig here (Fezzul, I live in your eyes)

Spork.jpg This page was originally sporked from Subterranean Homesick Blues by Bob Dylan.