High School Yearbook

Ever think about your high school friends

All the kids that you knew back when

If you'd pass'em on the street today

You just might see they've gone a different way

Lovely Linda was a friend of mine

Dressed to kill she always looked sure fine

We all thought she was a star back then

Now she's entertaining businessmen

But she's doin' what she wants to

Macho Johnny from around the block

Always had that funky walk

Now he's wearing little sister clothes

Wrapped up in a world of pantyhose

But he's doin' what he wants to

Gonna have a good time (gonna have a good time)

Wooh oh

Little Four-Eyes was the teacher's pet

Stacks of books and his chemistry set

Now he's a rancher down in ol' Brazil

Mixes powders making little pills

But he's doin' what he wants to

Cause it makes him feel fine

Paid for the ticket

Might as well take a ride

The rest of them were born to tears

Or hiding fears and never broke away

Wimpy Andy was a punching bag

Screamed and hollered he was such a drag

Now you hear him on the radio

Sings songs and playing rock & roll

Rock & roll, rock & roll, rock & roll

Doin' what he wants to

Gonna have a good time

Paid for the ticket

Might was well take a ride, take a ride

Well he's doin' what he wants to (doin' what he wants to)

Gonna have a good time

Doin' what he wants to (doin' want he wants to)

Gonna have a good time (have a good, have a good time)

Doin' what he wants to

He's gonna have a good time

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