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 had
All those kids are lost , the kids are lost
They're lostI'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 awayI'll be shooting holes in the sky
To make it rain, make it the same
Shooting holes in the sky
Once againI'm just mad about all those people
Who came but did not stay
They sit so quietly my memories
Gone but not on meShooting holes in the sky
To make it rain, make it the same
Shooting holes in the sky
Once againShooting holes in the sky
To make it rain, make it the same
Shooting holes in the sky
Once againCaught in a headlock
I wanted to be the same
Caught in a headlock
I wanted to be the sameCaught in a headlock
I wanted to be the same
Caught in a headlock
I wanted to be the same again