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Ever think your high school friends
All the kids that you back when
If you'd pass'em on the street
You just might see they've gone a way

Lovely was a friend of mine
Dressed to kill she always sure fine
We all she was a star back then
Now she's businessmen

But she's what she wants to

Macho Johnny around the block
Always had that walk
Now he's wearing little clothes
Wrapped up in a of pantyhose

But he's what he wants to
Gonna have a good time (gonna a good time)
oh

Little Four-Eyes was the pet
Stacks of and his chemistry set
Now he's a rancher in ol' Brazil
Mixes powders making pills

But doin' what he wants to
Cause it makes him fine
for the ticket
Might as well take a
The rest of them were to tears
Or fears and never broke away

Wimpy was a punching bag
Screamed and hollered he was a drag
Now you him on the radio
Sings and playing rock & roll
Rock & roll, rock & roll, rock &

Doin' he wants to
Gonna a good time
Paid for the
was well take a ride, take a ride

Well he's what he wants to (doin' what he wants to)
have a good time
Doin' what he to (doin' want he wants to)
Gonna a good time (have a good, have a good time)
what he wants to
He's have a good time
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