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type='text/html' href='http://fairfaxhigh1969.blogspot.com/2009/03/bye-bye-fairfax-high_3311.html' title='Bye, Bye, Fairfax High'/><author><name>SW</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01156845895466149771</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6880805864340303262.post-8916997146374581043</id><published>2009-03-29T14:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-29T15:21:56.154-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Lyrics</title><content type='html'>Long long time ago&lt;br /&gt;I can still remember what my life was like in '69&lt;br /&gt;Whenever I would get the chance&lt;br /&gt;I’d put on my bell-bottom pants&lt;br /&gt;And stroll down Melrose Avenue in style.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The school year started in September&lt;br /&gt;Now it’s June and I remember&lt;br /&gt;Three long years of learning&lt;br /&gt;Our pages all were turning&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I still remember how we laughed&lt;br /&gt;As we gathered all those autographs&lt;br /&gt;Of classmates, faculty, and staff&lt;br /&gt;That day in ‘69.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So bye, bye, Fairfax High&lt;br /&gt;We had fun and now it’s done but still the memories survive&lt;br /&gt;As girls and boys, we had the times of our lives&lt;br /&gt;Thinkin’ 'bout the days at old Fairfax High&lt;br /&gt;Thinkin' 'bout the days have gone by....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Did you trash my book of math?&lt;br /&gt;I will sure incur Ms. Wunch’s wrath&lt;br /&gt;Stegelmeier told me so&lt;br /&gt;Now were you out diggin’ rock and roll&lt;br /&gt;When you should be reading Edgar Poe?&lt;br /&gt;Mister Mingo’s gonna zing you, this I know&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well I know that you’ve been cutting class&lt;br /&gt;Cos you missed the Tijuana Brass&lt;br /&gt;Herb Alpert came and played&lt;br /&gt;When we were back in the tenth grade&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was a horny teenage Cavalier&lt;br /&gt;Looking for a Delta to help me clear&lt;br /&gt;My teen complexion from ear to ear&lt;br /&gt;The days at Fairfax High&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(We were singing)&lt;br /&gt;Bye, bye, Fairfax High&lt;br /&gt;Love the smell of Canter’s Deli and pastrami on rye&lt;br /&gt;As girls and boys, we had the times of our lives&lt;br /&gt;Thinkin’ 'bout the days at old Fairfax High&lt;br /&gt;Thinkin' 'bout the days have gone by....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now for two score we’ve been on our own&lt;br /&gt;And I grew fat while you got stoned, but&lt;br /&gt;It wasn’t really all that bad&lt;br /&gt;Well my knees are stiff, and my back is sore&lt;br /&gt;And I don’t get out much any more&lt;br /&gt;And I can’t recall the last good sex I had&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I think I’ll still recall your names&lt;br /&gt;Though the girls Botox and the guys Rogaine&lt;br /&gt;Who sent this crap to me?&lt;br /&gt;Oh, it’s from the Double - A - R - P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And back at Fairfax High we sucked at sports&lt;br /&gt;With names like Berg, Levine and Schwartz&lt;br /&gt;But we kicked ass on book reports&lt;br /&gt;The days at Fairfax High&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(We were singing)&lt;br /&gt;Bye, bye, Fairfax High&lt;br /&gt;Let’s go park at Farmers Market after dark you know why&lt;br /&gt;As girls and boys, we had the times of our lives&lt;br /&gt;Thinkin’ 'bout the days at old Fairfax High&lt;br /&gt;Thinkin' 'bout the days have gone by....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Spector, Decca, Peppers, Elektra&lt;br /&gt;Meet me at Nortie's or Aron Records&lt;br /&gt;Forty-fives for eighty-eight...&lt;br /&gt;Cents, at last we got our finals done&lt;br /&gt;Now let’s get some vinyl spun&lt;br /&gt;For a "Lovely Kind of Groove," I just can’t wait&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Spent my summers at the Teen-age Fair&lt;br /&gt;And we Aquarians Aged, and lost our "Hair"&lt;br /&gt;Enter the Fifth Dimension&lt;br /&gt;But you were still in detention&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And then the FM dial had just begun&lt;br /&gt;There was no 101.1&lt;br /&gt;But we had "Fun, Fun, Fun" in the "Warmth of the Sun"&lt;br /&gt;Way back in Fairfax High&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(We were singing)&lt;br /&gt;Bye, bye, Fairfax High&lt;br /&gt;I’m a hippie, bet your bippy, Mr. Zippy got high&lt;br /&gt;As girls and boys, we had the times of our lives&lt;br /&gt;Thinkin' 'bout the days at old Fairfax High&lt;br /&gt;Thinkin' 'bout the days have gone by....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I read the news today, oh boy&lt;br /&gt;Some made me blue, some gave me joy&lt;br /&gt;Seems the more things change, the more they stay the same&lt;br /&gt;We sharpened our survival tools&lt;br /&gt;Attending middle and high schools&lt;br /&gt;And the teachers showed us how to play the game&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today it’s different, or it isn’t&lt;br /&gt;The "Days of Future Passed" are present&lt;br /&gt;Higher education&lt;br /&gt;Talkin' 'bout My G-G-Generation&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;C - O, C - O, C - O - L - O....&lt;br /&gt;N - I, N - I, N - I - A - L....&lt;br /&gt;I think I hear that recess bell&lt;br /&gt;From back at Fairfax High&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So bye, bye, Fairfax High&lt;br /&gt;We had fun and now it’s done but still the memories survive&lt;br /&gt;As girls and boys, we had the times of our lives&lt;br /&gt;Thinkin' 'bout the days at old Fairfax High&lt;br /&gt;Thinkin' 'bout the days have gone by....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Everybody)&lt;br /&gt;Bye, bye, Fairfax High&lt;br /&gt;We had fun and now it’s done but still the memories survive&lt;br /&gt;As girls and boys, we had the times of our lives&lt;br /&gt;Thinkin' 'bout the days at old Fairfax High&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;You may leave a comment or memory here:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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Dim the lights, light a candle, and pour yourself a cocktail. Make sure your volume is on, sit back, and click on the above.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;You may leave a comment or memory here:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6880805864340303262-2316182892522378761?l=fairfaxhigh1969.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fairfaxhigh1969.blogspot.com/feeds/2316182892522378761/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://fairfaxhigh1969.blogspot.com/2009/03/it-was-forty-years-ago-today.html#comment-form' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6880805864340303262/posts/default/2316182892522378761'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6880805864340303262/posts/default/2316182892522378761'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fairfaxhigh1969.blogspot.com/2009/03/it-was-forty-years-ago-today.html' title='It was forty years ago today...'/><author><name>SW</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01156845895466149771</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry></feed>
