Graduation Day Lyrics by Gym Class Heroes
I knew this kid named Alberto
Funny style cat and his girl looked like a turtle
Not Lisa Turtle, just a turtle
High school track he ran the hurdle
His peers shed tears in senior year when he got murdered
Now Alberto was your average A student
Participated in class and never came late and never chewin
His family was picture perfect, his older sister was prom queen
His dad a decorated vet from the Vietnam scene
His mother was dear Abby, an ordinary housewife
Like clock would always have dinner on the table at five
But Alberto had a monster that he kept under his bed
And instead of lettin it out he just got a girlfriend instead
She knew somethin was funny she could tell by his behavior
Or the way he flamboyantly shook his hand when he would wave to her
She thought nothin of it and just shoved it in the closet
Until the day word dripped out like leaky faucet
Alberto was homosexual, I ain't had nothin against it
But little Ronny Johnson and all his football player friends did
They'd always pick and nag call him fag and such and such
And couldn't wait to get to gym so they could really bust his nuts
They gym teacher never cared he just joined in on the action
Make silly gestures and compare him to Michael Jackson
Alberto couldn't take it he just stopped showin up
And whenever he walked them halls he just felt like throwin up
And at night he would cry and cry and ask God why
Like God, why the fuck I had to be born this way?
God would reply, "Son, you gotta show em you're
Funny style cat and his girl looked like a turtle
Not Lisa Turtle, just a turtle
High school track he ran the hurdle
His peers shed tears in senior year when he got murdered
Now Alberto was your average A student
Participated in class and never came late and never chewin
His family was picture perfect, his older sister was prom queen
His dad a decorated vet from the Vietnam scene
His mother was dear Abby, an ordinary housewife
Like clock would always have dinner on the table at five
But Alberto had a monster that he kept under his bed
And instead of lettin it out he just got a girlfriend instead
She knew somethin was funny she could tell by his behavior
Or the way he flamboyantly shook his hand when he would wave to her
She thought nothin of it and just shoved it in the closet
Until the day word dripped out like leaky faucet
Alberto was homosexual, I ain't had nothin against it
But little Ronny Johnson and all his football player friends did
They'd always pick and nag call him fag and such and such
And couldn't wait to get to gym so they could really bust his nuts
They gym teacher never cared he just joined in on the action
Make silly gestures and compare him to Michael Jackson
Alberto couldn't take it he just stopped showin up
And whenever he walked them halls he just felt like throwin up
And at night he would cry and cry and ask God why
Like God, why the fuck I had to be born this way?
God would reply, "Son, you gotta show em you're