My timing is way off. Plus, I owe you an apology for not writing my Bonus Post in honor of Lyric Status Friday last week. But, the lyrics playing in my head tonight are synonymous with all the young minds that are now free from the confines of school for a couple months. I can identify no matter how old I am and how distant those days seem to be.
No more pencils
No more books
No more teacher’s dirty looks
Well we got no class And we got no principles And we got no innocence We can’t even think of a word that rhymes
School’s out for summer School’s out forever School’s been blown to pieces
What’s the matter with the car I’m driving? “Can’t you tell that it’s out of style?” Should I get a set of while wall tires? “Are you gonna cruise the miracle mile? Nowadays you can’t be too sentimental Your best bet’s a true baby blue Continental.” Hot funk, cool punk, even if it’s old junk It’s still rock and roll to me
This and Blondie’sCall Me were two of the first 45 rpm records I owned. That was the summer after finishing third grade. A girlfriend hosted a sleepover birthday party at her home; and all guests were requested to bring a few 45s so that we could pretend to be contestants on Dance Fever.
Remember that show? My sister and I were so enamored with that show. We weren’t groupies. But, we held dance contests on nights when our parents hosted late-night bridge or poker parties. We designed costumes, choreographed dances, boogied and scored performances.