Edgy Productions - Old School Days

Verse 1 Old school days, oh the crisp autumn mornings,
And I’m walking through the gates at five to nine.
Here comes Miss Johnson* at ninety miles per hour,
‘Cause she never gets to work on time!

Chorus Though the memory’s a haze, I’m really amazed,
When I think back to my old school days.

Verse 2 Old school days, such a rounded education,
‘Cause I learned much more than my A B C,
How to fire a spit-ball with my ruler and blame it
On the person next to me!

Chorus Though the memory’s a haze…..

Verse 3 Old school days, oh the lunches I remember,
Always trying to stop the infants spilling their drink.
The dinner ladies running round like headless chickens,
As we pushed them to the brink!

Chorus Though the memory’s a haze…..

Verse 4 Old school days, oh the summer term was wonderful,
Playtime ‘mischief’ on the football pitch.
Stuffing fresh-cut grass down each other’s backs -
Oh boy, it didn’t half itch!

Chorus Though the memory’s a haze…..

Verse 5 Old school days, well they changed so quickly,
And we toddled off to ‘comp’ so sheepishly,
Or Grammar School or maybe independent,
But it’s all still secondary!

Chorus Though the memory’s a haze…..

Written by:
Andrew Oxspring

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Lyrics © Edgy Productions Ltd

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