School days,
school days,
dear old golden rule days.
Reading and writing,
arithmetic,
taught to the tune
of a hickory stick.
You were my queen in Calico.
I was your baseball, barefoot bull.
I rode on your sleigh,
I dig you so.
And we were
just a couple of kids.
Couple of kids.
You were my queen.
You were my queen.
Barefoot bull.
I rode on your sleigh,
I dig you so.
And we were
just a couple of kids.
Yeah, just a swinging couple of kids.
Yeah, just a swinging bunch of kids.