A new school year, Blanche. A new era.

If the Russians can put a man in space,

just imagine what our young American minds can do at Rydell.

(THEY CHORTLE)

- This is going to be a wonderful year. - Wonderful.

(SCREECHING TYRES - CRASH)

- Miss McGee! - Blanche!

Spendin' my vacation in the summer sun

Gettin' lots of action and lots of fun

Scorin' like a bandit 'til the bubble burst

Suddenly it got to be September 1 st

Woe is me

All summer long I was happy and free

Save my soul

The board of education took away my parole

I gotta go back, back Back to school again

You won't find me 'til the clock strikes three

I'm gonna be there 'til then

I gotta go back, back Back to school again

Whoa, whoa, I gotta go Back to school again