I want to go back to heaven,
My high school class of '57,
I'm tired of work and feeling old
I miss fun times and rock 'in roll.
That time of rhythm and blues
Poodle skirts and suede shoes
When daydreams easily set sail,
I miss that sweetie in a ponytail.
Boys turning up collars on coats
Hamburgers and root-beer floats,
Giggling girls in sweaters tight,
Late night swims by moonlight.
I miss those little bouts with Dad,
Begging for money he never had,
To take my sweetheart on a date
And pleading to stay out late.
Coming home from a drive-in show
Always parking where lovers go,
Listening to the radios latest hits
Then home before Dad threw a fit.
Secret meets in the halls of school
Breaking the teachers rigid rules,
Sitting in class trying to look smart
As I write my gal's name in a heart.
High school bands and ball games,
Boys on the bus sharing girls names,
Cute cheer leaders and school dances
Young lovers and short romances.
Precious memories flood my mind
If I could only go back in time,
Back to what I recall as heaven,
My old high school class of '57.


©Written by: Kenneth J. Ellison 03-28-04

Song title: "Johnny Be Good"

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