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"The Best Years of our Lives"
No more tardy slips to send…
I just slept in a little bit late,
Sorry for forcing the whole class to wait.
No more Marching Band “do-it-again’s”…
Thompson shouts to us from the press box “one more time!”
He’s serenaded by “I love Band!” before we run back to ‘dress the line.
No more football “it’s the fourth and ten”…
A heated huddle before the play we call
The roar of the crowd at the snap of the ball.
No more dress code rules to bend…
Tug your shirt down just a little bit,
Then it will cover your whole midriff.
No more reputations to mend…
I didn’t do that, I never would! You know that.
Well she said that she said that that’s the way you act.
No more complicated lessons to comprehend…
Twelve pi squared over the sine of velocity twice
What!? When am I ever going to use this in life?
No more hanging out with your underclassmen friends…
An entire day that is spent with them is a whole lot of fun,
And before you head back there’s the resounding cry of “Shotgun!”
No more senior privileges to defend…
We shouldn’t have to take exams or have you make a fuss.
Just because 2004 was bad is no reason to punish us.
And so it ends…
The best years of our lives,
And we spent them here together.
