I'm just mad about my old school shirt

The frills, they are a must

The things of all those kids and that old city school

All those kids are lost

Them kids are lost

They're lost



I'm just mad about that old radio

The tunes that it used to play

How come you ain't singing now well

Did our voices get away

Well did they get away

Get away



I'll be shooting holes in the sky to make it rain, make it the same

Shooting holes in the sky once again.



I'm just mad about all those people

Who came but did not stay

They sit so quietly my memories

Gone but not on me



Shooting holes in the sky to make it rain, make it the same

Shooting holes in the sky once again.

Shooting holes in the sky to make it rain, make it the same

Shooting holes in the sky once again.



Caught in a headlock, I wanted to be the same

Caught in a headlock, I wanted to be the same

Caught in a headlock, I wanted to be the same

Caught in a headlock, I wanted to be the same

Again.