Nitty Gritty Dirt Band
Nitty Gritty Dirt Band - High School Yearbook lyrics
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Ever think about your high school friends All the kids that you knew back when If you'd pass'em on the street today You just might see they've gone a different way Lovely Linda was a friend of mine Dressed to kill she always looked sure fine We all thought she was a star back then Now she's entertaining businessmen But she's doin' what she wants to Macho Johnny from around the block Always had that funky walk Now he's wearing little sister clothes Wrapped up in a world of pantyhose But he's doin' what he wants to Gonna have a good time (gonna have a good time) Wooh oh Little Four-Eyes was the teacher's pet Stacks of books and his chemistry set Now he's a rancher down in ol' Brazil Mixes powders making little pills But he's doin' what he wants to Cause it makes him feel fine Paid for the ticket Might as well take a ride The rest of them were born to tears Or hiding fears and never broke away Wimpy Andy was a punching bag Screamed and hollered he was such a drag Now you hear him on the radio Sings songs and playing rock & roll Rock & roll, rock & roll, rock & roll Doin' what he wants to Gonna have a good time Paid for the ticket Might was well take a ride, take a ride Well he's doin' what he wants to (doin' what he wants to) Gonna have a good time Doin' what he wants to (doin' want he wants to) Gonna have a good time (have a good, have a good time) Doin' what he wants to He's gonna have a good time Hey