Now In My Younger Days I Used To Sport As Sag

When I Went To School I Carried Lunch In A Bag,

With An Apple For My Teacher 'cause I Knew I'd Get A Kiss.

Always Got Mad When The Class Was Dismissed,

But When It Was In Session, I Always Had A Question.

I Would Raise My Hand To Make Her Stagger To My Desk And

Help Me With My Problem, It Was Never Much,

Just A Trick, To Smell Her Scent And Try To Sneak A Touch

Oh, How I Wish I Could Hold Her Hand And Give Her A Hug.

She Was Married To The Man. He Was A Thug, His Name Was Lee, He Drove A Z,

He'd Pick Her Up From School Promptly At Three O'clock.

I Was On Her Jock, Yes Indeedy. I Wrote Graffiti On The Bus.

First I'd Write Her Name Then Carve A Plus,

With My Name Last, On The Looking Glass,

I Seen Her Yesterday But Still I Had To Let Her Pass.



She Keeps On Passing Me By....



When I Dream Of Fairytales I Think Of Me And Shelly.

See, She's My Type Of Hype And I Can't Stand When Brothers Tell Me,

That I Should Quit Chasin' And Look For Something Better,

But The Smile That She Shows Makes Me A Go-getter.

I Haven't Gone As Far As Asking If I Could Get With Her,

I Just Play It By Ear And Hope She Gets The Picture.

I'm Shootin' For Her Heart, Got My Finger On The Trigger.

She Could Be My Broad, And I Could Be Her Nigger,

But All I Can Do Is Stare.

Back As Kids We Used To Kiss When We Played Truth Or Dare.

Now She's More Sophisticated, Highly Edu-ma-cated, Not At All Over-rated.

I Think I Need A Prayer,

To Get In Her Book And It Looks Rather Dry,

I Guess A Twinkle In Her Eye Is Just A Twinkle In Her Eye.

Although She's Crazy Steppin' I'll Try To Stop Her Stride,

'Cause I Won't Have No More Of This Passing Me By.



And I Must Voice My Opinion Of Not Even Pretending She Didn't Have Me.

Strung Like A Chicken, Chase My Tail Like A Doggie,

She Was Kind Of Like A Star, Thinking I Was Like A Fan.

Dude, She Looked Good, Down Side: She Had A Man.

He Was A Rudey, Too,