Written by - Maury Muehleisen

Sometimes I think about our good old high school days

You would always kid about my adolescent ways

Oh, Mary, Mary, good to see you too

Haven't seen to many of the old crew

The time just flew, and how are you?



Strange we should meet here

Seeing off our friends

It's hard to draw the line between

Beginnings and ends

Oh, Mary, Mary, must you go so soon?

We must be a sight to see

Salon and Saloon

I'll look you up soon

Maybe sing you a tune