Second verse, same as the first...Not.

Picked up The Boy from his girlfriend's tonight.

"I saw your picture in a yearbook tonight."

"Really? Who's?"

"GF's mother."

"What year?"

"81, you were in grade nine,"

"9F or 9B?"

"Huh?"

"Did it say, 9F or 9B?"

"It was B."

"Ah...second year in grade 9. Not nearly as fun as the first." The Boy rolls his eyes.

He is probably thankful his girlfriends mother doesn't remember me from high school.