Jock Rock

I would like to call myself gifted

But for me they use a completely different word

Bright, intelligent, studious, or learned?

Oh no! They call me Nerd

In vain I wish I could make fun of their white hats

Bullroar! I know, that would be absurd

So I'm just stuck with getting shoved in lockers

Oh no! Here they come after the Nerd

Oh I wish I were a jock

'cause then I'd get all the girls

Oh I wish I were a jock

'cause then I'd be the king of the world

Getting stomped on leaves quite an impression

I always leave shaken, feeling like a tird

In my periforal vision a troop of bouncing white hats

Oh no! Here they come after the Nerd

Now limping down the hall past all the girls

I hear them snickering, but to me not a word

I see them giggling and pointing at me

'cause I'm the Nerd