My Old School

I remember the thirty-five sweet goodbyes When you put me on the Wolverine Up to Annandale It was still September When your daddy was quite surprised To find you with the working girls In the county jail I was smoking with the boys upstairs When I heard about the whole affair I said, whoa no William and Mary won't do now Well, I did not think the girl Could be so cruel And I'm never going back To my old school Oleanders growing outside her door Soon they're gonna be in bloom Up in Annandale I can't stand her Doing what she did before Living like a gypsy queen In a fairy tale Well, I hear the whistle but I can't go I'm gonna take her down to Mexico She said, whoa no Guadalajara won't do now Well, I did not think the girl Could be so cruel And I'm never going back To my old school California tumbles into the sea That'll be the day I go Back to Annandale Tried to warn you About Chino and Daddy Gee But I can't seem to get to you Through the U.S. Mail Well, I hear the whistle but I can't go I'm gonna take her down to Mexico She said, whoa no Guadalajara won't do now Well, I did not think the girl Could be so cruel And I'm never going back To my old school