[Verse]
Spelling champ 2003
Don't got friends, but atleast I won the bee
I got penitent for the win
Now seventh grade can see how cool I am
Now seventh grade can see how cool I am, woah

[Chorus]
Well, at spelling, not talking
Still working on that
But I'll rattle off letters
For a word from a hat
I'm standing on tage in ill-fitting clothes
I don't know 'bout anything but words, I know those
I don't know 'bout anything but words, I know those
I don't know 'bout anything but words, I know those