DEWEY:
All right. Everybody, class has begun. And you know what ?You guys have been doing real good in here. If I was gonna give you a grade, I'd give you an A.But that's the problem. Rock ain't about doing things perfect. Who can tell me what it's really about ? Frankie ?

FRANKIE:
Scoring chicks ?

DEWEY:
No. See ? No. Eleni ?

ELENI:
Getting wasted.

DEWEY:
No. Come on. No. Leonard.

LEONARD:
Sticking it to The Man ?

DEWEY:
Yes ! But you can't just say it, man. You gotta feel it in your blood and guts. If you wanna rock, you gotta break the rules. You gotta get mad at The Man, and right now I'm The Man. That's right, I'm The Man, and who's got the guts to tell me off? Who's gonna tell me off ?

FREDDY:
Shut the hell up, Schneebly !

DEWEY:
That's it, Freddy. That's it.Who can top him ?
ALICIA:
Get out of here, stupid ass.

DEWEY:
Yes, Alicia.

SUMMER:
You're a joke. You're the worst teacher I've ever had.

DEWEY:
Summer, that is great. I like the delivery. I felt your anger.

SUMMER:
Thank you.

LAWRENCE:
You're a fat loser, and you have body odor.

DEWEY:
All right. All right. Now is everyone nice and pissed off ?

CLASS:
Yeah !

DEWEY:
Good. Time to write a rock song. Now, what makes you mad more than anything in the world ? Billy ?
BILLY:
You.

DEWEY:
We've already told me off. Let's move on.

BILLY:
You're tacky, and I hate you.

DEWEY:
OK, you see me after class. You. Gordon.

GORDON
No allowance.

DEWEY:
I didn't get no allowance today
So now I'm really ticked off

You know what I mean ? What else makes you mad ? Michelle?

MICHELLE:
Chores.

DEWEY:
I had to do my chores today
So I am really ticked off
What else ?

LEONARD:
Bullies.

DEWEY:
All you bullies get out of my way
Because I am really ticked off

So, what would you say to a bully ? Zack ?

ZACK:
I don't know.

DEWEY:
Now, come on. If someone was in your grill, what would you say ?

ZACK:
I don't know.

DEWEY:
If someone was pushing you around, what would you say ?

ZACK:
"Step off" ?

DEWEY:
Step off ! Step off !
Step off ! Step off !

Everybody !

CLASS:
Step off ! Step off !
Step off ! Step off !


DEWEY:
If I do what you say
I might turn into a robot
Do my chore day after day
And they don't want any lip
No ! So step off ! Step off !
Step off ! Step off ! Step off !
Step off, everybody.

CLASS
Step off ! Step off !
Step off ! Step off !

DEWEY:
All right, now that was a perfectly decent rock song.