Crewcuts Class Lyrics

Remember going to the tryouts for the football team

We were sitting in the shade of that old oak tree

Like a disco song, the joke was long

Waiting for the coach to call you on

Finally George said, hey coach, we've been waiting a while

What's the matter coach, don't you want any style

The coach looked up, said don't press your luck

There's no smoking or drinking when you're suited up

I don't remember any of the cheers or any of the games

The bIrish didn't win that year and from that

There's no escape

When the coach and his crew cut out the cool

They cut out the heart and the soul of the school

I, R, I, shh

I, R, I, shh

I, R, I, shh

I, R, I

I, R, I, shh