Song by Ronnie Hall, 1L.
Special Ed is bringing me down.
Thought that I’d been around
Thought that I was, at least, a halfway decent writer
But Special Ed has shattered all those illusions
And led me into confusion
Dunce cap on my head like the other speds
So hard to take that “D”
This isn’t how grades used to be
Hate the curve, hate the class, hate the world,
But, bring a can for immunity
And if I don’t write this memo
Is it excusable neglect?
My chances of success seem so slim—oh
And I don’t want to feel rejected again
Special Ed—yeah it’s bringing us down!
Makes us all feel like clowns
Makes us all want to drown in a sea of beer.
Special Ed—aww, what’s the use in even trying?
If I said “hope” I would be lying
Oh, yeah, let’s face it
We’re getting dumber by the minute, by the hour,
By the day, week, month, and year.
But if we don’t write this memo—this stinking memo—
Is it excusable neglect?
Our chances of success seem so desperately slim
And we just want to feel respected again
Special Ed is bringing me down...down...down....
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