Lyrics

Sorry about the spitball
I wasn?t aiming for your face
It slipped from my finger
And I don?t have very good aim.

All our classmates giggled as my saliva seeped
Through the innocent pores on your blushing cheek.

Sorry about the spitball
I wasn?t aiming for your face
I was trying to hit the window
And your face was in the way.

I never really liked you, but never in a million tries
Could I intentionally hit such an appealing bull?s-eye.

CHORUS
Spitball, Spitball, (I?ll throw another), Spitball, Spitball

Sorry about the spitball
I wasn?t aiming for your face
I was trying to hit the window
And your face was in the wrong place

At the wrong time, while teacher?s back was turned
As she wrote on the blackboard a lesson never learned.