I Hope I Get It

(marvin hamlisch/ed kleban)

Everyday for a week we would try to be a table
Be a sportscar, ice cream cone

The teacher, he would say
"very good except diana, try, diana, all alone"
So i dug right down to the bottom of my soul
To see how an ice cream felt
I dug right down to the bottom of my soul
And i tried to melt

So the kids in the class said:
"ooh, i feel chocolate, hey, i feel vanilla"
He said "ok ross, what do you feel?"
And i said nothing, i ain't feeling nothing

Deep down nothing is all my teacher had
Everybody felt something
But i felt nothing
Except the feeling that this bull-shit was absurd