Time for sleep my darlings,
The end of TV, computers to bed.
Turn them of grab a bath an go straight to bed.
A trip on the school bus in the morning.
We are trying to fill your heads.
You have the bus to ride.
We wore out the shoe's sole instead.
You have a nice school, with hear and air.
You sit with out a care.
When we finished we were often cold.
I know it all gets old.
Stay in and use your head.
School days, dschool days.
The TV says when you don't go.
Computers and phones and a load of books.
When you talk you get a dirty look.
We each play on a team.
Seeing who can make the larger score.
You yell, " How about a date?"
Back with a "I don't know?"
Now you are the couple of kids.
School days, School days
Dear old golden rule days.
No ringing phones, knives or guns.
Cops come with sticks on the run.
The drug dog is the Queen in fur.
You weren't the bashfull one, you crack for sure
Who wrote on the wall?
You know what - Joe!
When you were the hip kids.
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