Junior Year Lyrics

I've got a fever for you,
its bursting out my soul.
Like a roman candle's
brightest brilliant glow.
Don't keep me waiting for 100 years.
I'm getting ready for the show.


Marching down the street,
only 20 years old.
After junior year,
you're eye-to-eye with a ghost.
Just remember what your old man said,
"You know you're worth your weight in gold".