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

Leaving 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