I long for those days both old and true,
Of swinging from the tallest treetops,
While hanging tight with my high school crew.
The stories I told some false, some true,
Secretly snickering and sucking my lollipops
While hanging tight with my high school crew.
Can’t forget sitting in church on an old wooden pew,
Grinding my teeth and smacking my flip flops
While hanging tight with my high school crew.
Back then the skies were a heavenly blue
And I went nowhere without popsicles and fruit pops;
I long for those days both old and true.
When time stood still instead of flew
And I danced the night away at socials and sock hops
While hanging tight with my high school crew.
But alas my life is now anew,
And for friends now gone I shed teardrops;
I long for those days both old and true
While hanging tight with my high school crew.