(to the tune of Hey There Delilah)
Verse 1:
Hey, Mr. Stiles, what s it like in sociology?
I m a room away, but it seems so much farther to me.
Mr. V. may teach the AP, but you have sociology
Hey, Mr. Stiles, don t you worry about discussion;
Some of the kids are just plain lazy, but one has a concussion, yea it s true,
But that s not a good enough excuse, not for you.
Chorus:
Oh it s sociology, oh it s sociology
Oh it s sociology, oh it s sociology
It s sociology.
Verse 2:
Hey, Mr. Stiles, I know some grades are pretty bad,
But just believe me sir, some day, in May, when we re gone you will feel sad, at least you should,
But I guess you ll have another free period
And that is good.
Hey, Mr. Stiles, I ve got so much left to say,
But, unfortunately, there s always a wall in the way; we ll tear it down,
History class will be full of sound,
when we re around.
Chorus:
Oh it s sociology, oh it s sociology,
Oh it s sociology, oh it s sociology
Bridge:
A period seems pretty long, but we ve got guitars and this song,
We had some time to kill and so we play.
Our friends may all make fun of us, but we don t care cause they re in class.
So who gets the last laugh anyway?
We ll sing to you, we ll do our best; we ll sing to you, till you re impressed,
Unless, of course, it s a test day. Then, we ll go away.
Verse 3:
Hey, Mr. Stiles, you be good and don t you miss me.
One more year and I ll be done with school, and you ll be teaching history, you know how.
College life won t be the same without
You. But for now....
Chorus:
Oh, it s sociology, oh it s sociology
Oh, it s sociology, oh it s sociology
It s sociology
