David Coller

Lyrics

Class of Sixty-three ©1995 David Coller (ASCAP)

Well hey, that's Mrs. Johnson in that starched up fifties skirt
With that star-struck rhinestone pin up there upon her new silk shirt
And the kids I used to run with, laugh and cry and shout and fight
They're all shining there like diamonds caught in living black and white

Yeah, chipped beef on mashed potatoes was Melissa's favorite food
Michael, he liked tater tots and big red jello cubes
That's Sarah on the jungle gym, a-hangin’ by her knees
Shootin’ spit wads down at Jimmy in high-water dungarees
Well Jesus copped a quarter from the man who hated kids
Won the bet with Bingo when the old man flipped his lid
That's Tommy eatin' dirt and pickin’ on Susanna Blair
And that laughing girl? That's Jeannie, with the mostly light brown hair

Chorus Hey look there that one's Bobby buildin' castles in the sand
And Martha, Jane and Marybeth and Ricky Jones and Ann
And about a hundred others you can't hardly even see
All the kids in Mrs. Johnson's first grade class of ‘63

Well Sarah married Jimmy and they're livin' in St. Paul
At a trailer park called "Eden Sometime Just After the Fall"
And Marybeth got pregnant on the day she turned sixteen
And Susanna sings the high parts at a clip joint down in Queens
Well Martha went to law school, Ricky went to jail
Jesus bought The Paradise, hawking beer and cheap cocktails
And I said goodbye to Jeannie, kissed her underneath the trees
With her hair tied back in rubber bands and bandaids on her knees

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Well The Paradise is closed 'cause Jesus couldn't make the rent
Annie, she found Jesus and she's preachin' from a tent
Melissa she went out and got a tattoo on her arm
And Michael? He's gone fishin', he won't do nobody harm
Well Tommy, he's an engineer, he builds those big machines
Jeannie does the strip-tease, oh my God the things I've seen
And Bobby dropped a nickel on a quart of dimestore Jack
And he slipped away to dreamland and he's never comin' back

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