Matrícula de Honor [English translation]

9:00 in the morning,

the bell rings,

we gotta enter the classroom.

No matter if we like it

or if we dislike it,

nobody is gonna ask you about it.

Going in,

I can't stand

thinking that I have to sit

through the whole day.

Teachers demand

a good behaviour

while talking and talking all the time.

They're old and boring,

what a cross to bear!

Boo!

It goes in one ear,

and right out the other.

A day at the school...

...is a crashing bore!

And I don't know why.

I don't know why.

I don't know why.

History, Geography, Latin and Biology,

who would be interested in that?

I forget names,

numbers confuse me,

this doesn't work for me.

I can't work out

if this is a duty,

if the more I go to school,

the more I will know.

Hours are endless,

I'm bored stiff,

if only I could

leave somehow...;

to get out of here,

to not come back again.

I will never get an 'A' grade.

A day at the school...

...is a crashing bore!

And I don't know why.

I don't know why.

If you know why,

oh, tell me, tell me!

I'm gonna get out of the school,

I can't take it no longer.

I go out by the corridor

and the back door;

I bump into a teacher,

he asks me where do you go?,

I say to him get out of my sight!,

get out of here!.