Your story sad to tell
A teenage ne'er do well
Most mixed up non-delinquent on the block

Your future's so unclear now
What's left of your career now?
Can't even get a trade in on your smock

La, la la la, la la la, la la la
La la la la la la
La la la la la la
La la la la la la la

Beauty school dropout
No graduation day for you
Beauty school dropout
Missed your mid-terms and flunked shampoo
Well, at least you could have taken time
To wash and clean your clothes up
After spending all that dough
To have the doctor fix your nose up

Baby, get movin'(better get movin')
Why keep your feeble hopes alive?
What are you provin'? (What are you provin')
You've got the dream but not the drive

If you go for your diploma, you could join a steno pool
Turn in your teasin' comb and go back to high school (la la la la la)
La la la la
La la la la la la

Beauty school dropout (beauty school dropout)
Hanging around the corner store
Beauty school dropout (beauty school dropout)
It's about time you knew the score

Well, they couldn't teach you anything
You think you're such a looker
But no customer would go to you
Unless she was a hooker

Baby don't sweat it (don't sweat it)
You're not cut out to hold a job
Better forget it (forget it)
Who wants their hair done by a slob?

Now your bangs are curled
Your lashes twirled
But still the world is cruel
Wipe off that angel face and go back to high school

Baby, don't blow it
Don't put my good advice to shame
Baby, you know it
Even dear Abby'd say the same

Now I've called the shot
Get off the pot
I really gotta fly
Gotta be going to that malt shop in the sky

Beauty school dropout (beauty school dropout)
Go back to high school
Beauty school dropout (beauty school dropout)
Go back to high school
Beauty school dropout (beauty school dropout)
Go back to high school Writer/s: Jim Jacobs, Warren Casey
Publisher: Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd.
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