Traducció: L'Alta Escola. Rei Del Desfasament.
[ INSTRUMENTAL ]
Remember back in high school When you couldn't wait For the very first dance You lay your homework was the rule And just thinkin' 'bout the music Puts
Oh dont tell them you werent there A place in my heart and the smell of youre hair Oh wouldnt they wanna know what we did But you tell me to be cool
High School party, senior year Boys and girls are all sippin on beer I like soda, wheres the soda Am I the only fucking person here that likes soda I
"And now, the sever beating of a high school janitor." [Mopping sounds] Mop, mop, mop All day long Mop, mop, mop While I sing this song [Sound
Oh no, You changed your mind on me Oh no, Another 180 Oh no, I thought I knew everything Oh no, But it wasn't meant to be Oh no, You changed your mind
You tell me what you want to you tell me that you need something more what are you trying to say i dont understand what did you want me to do i cant
Twice upon a time, We made the same mistake And fell so far behind. This place looks familiar, It feels like I've been here before, But I'm really not
This place looks familiar Feels like I've been here before But Im really not too sure but now im asking, im asking, im asking is it even possible to
That ol' drive-in is a parking lot They made a shopping mall out of our make-out spot The oldies station plays all those songs We used to sing And even
Hello world remember me? I'm the sad little fuck that you failed to see Who you should have recognized when you had the chance Hello motherfuckers now
That old drive-in is a parkin' lot They made a shoppin' mall out of our make-out spot The oldies station plays all those songs We used to sing Even though
High School Nights by Dave Edmunds You wake up in the morning and another night's gone. You tumble out of bed and turn the radio on, But you just can
If I'm just a slave to my high school days Then when does a boy become a man They say at 16 I will get tough and mean College prep rally pep peachy
Seems like nothing's ever gonna change in my world. Every day is more the same old thing. But in the spring, I'm gonna graduate from hi school. Then I
You call us hurt And say we've gone bad 'Cause we feel so good When we're bein' bad We're high school hellcats, on our own High school hellcats, almost
