Class Of '71 Blues

05:06
(bob Wilders)
Copyright (C) 2004 R.A.Wilders

Lyrics

We were sixteen when we first fell in love.

With the girls with the short skirts. That fit them like a glove.

We'd go to high school dances and they'd play our tunes.

And we'd dance with the girls. From across the room.

 

But it's not like that now. It's not as simple as that.

We've all grown much older. A little grayer and fat.

We've traded in our good times. For an eight hour day.

You spend all your time workin' You have no time to play.

 

I married the princess of the high school prom.

Didn't know I also married. Her Dad and Mom.

Not long after that I started in to work.

Sometimes wish I was back in high school. And not a workin' jerk.

 

But it's not like that now. It's not as simple as that.

We've all grown much older. A little grayer and fat.

We've traded in our good times. For an eight hour day.

You spend all your time workin' You have no time to play.

 

Well my High School Princess she up and left.

And after the divorce. She accused me of theft.

Says I stole her youth and her young high hopes.

Kind of wish I was back in high school. Relearning all the ropes.

 

'Cause it's not like that now. It's not as simple as that.

We've all grown much older. A little grayer and fat.

We've traded in our good times. For an eight hour day.

You spend all your time workin' You have no time to play.

 

Copyright (C) 2004 Bob Wilders  (ASCAP)