Listen to our Class Song:

Lyrics:

Take a trip with me to will on the hill, back to 1963

Payin’ for two at the Admiral Twin, four in the trunk for free

Girls in their Bobbie Brooks dyed to match, boys with their Cordovans on

Ridin’ around with the ragtop down, listenin’ to Phil and Don

Hit Pennington’s for blackbottom pie, Friday nights after the game

Sneak on down to the Buccaneer with a license in a phony name

Trojans are marchin’, damsels on their minds, not gonna stop ‘til they’re found

Catch ‘em at the gym at the Senior Dance and do a little round and round

**         The Rogers Class of ’63, they all mean so much to me

Memories, of another time

The Rogers Class of ’63, oh, we were such a sight to see

Time travels on, but the memories are mine

Taking in the Delman in the afternoon, a matinée with a friend

Ridin’ that red mad mouse at Bells, bubble cuts in the wind

Just when you think you’ve heard everything, believe you have seen it all

There’s a greased pig doing a jig, running through Senior Hall

Swappin 45’s we heard in the dives, Dion for Jan and Dean

Good Golly Miss Molly for a Buddy Holly, was Heaven if you know what I mean

That Lovin’ Feelin’, Chuck Rockin’ and Reelin’, talkin’ ‘bout Johnny B. Goode

Louie Loueye, we thought we would die, from the lyrics that we misunderstood

**         Chorus Repeat

(BRIDGE) Cruisin’ Brookside, Let ‘Em all know your cool

Lay on the horn, let ‘em all know your school

* REPEAT FIR FOUR LINES AT THE TOP *

FADE WITH EVERYLY BROTHERS’ “WAKE UP LITTLE SUZIE”