well this here’s a story about a boy named Tim
he lived next door to me but i barely knew him
he said things that made him sound like the coolest boy alive
i remember one time he bought me lunch down at the Hive (food, that is)

Tim spent all night talking on the phone to his girl
he told me about a concert that he claimed would rock my world
he told me pizzas weren’t so very far
so he and i drove there in a stolen car (sorry, Brian)

the next thing i know Tim’s in a bit of trouble
the administration’s trying to burst his self inflated bubble
he tried to shrug it off and say, “i’m so cool”
but everyone around was saying, “Tim, you’re a fool”

Tim is gone now – he’s not here no more
that’s just fine with me ’cause i broke my hand running into his door
now he’s gone and i don’t miss him
and that’s all i have to say about the boy named Tim