Six Seven Chaos

The backpack's swinging, voices getting loud Teachers look at us like,

"Settle down, crowd" We're trying, we're learning, we're doing our

best But yelling six seven is a whole contest Palms in the

air like always Going up and down We hear them all say

Six seven, six seven, what, what Six seven,

six seven What, what Six seven, six seven

Driving teachers crazy on the sixth seventh day TMI Mustangs, you know we

don't play Get your palms in the air like always Always