I carved your name on my desk in detention hall.

I got busted as I drew the heart.

Mr. Jobe made me stand, face to the wall.

He did not appreciate my art.

Chorus: In the class of "73"

I loved you in every daydream.

School work was the last thing on my mind.

In the class of "73" you pretty eyes were teaching me.

To look back and find what I should see.

In the class of "73"

Verse; It was about you, when I re-wrote Shakespeare.

Hell I even got my first B+

Right about the time I found out pot and beer.

Sure made it less boring on the bus.

Chorus:

One day I skipped school with Sam and Rocky Joe

We laid pennies on the railroad track

One made Lincoln look like he had a fro

I showed you at lunch and made you laugh.

Chorus; End...

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I wrote this song in honor of my freshman English teacher. She had beautiful long red hair and was a very pretty young woman. I was a puppy in love. I re-wrote the story of Romeo and Juliet and made them hippies, just for her. She later inspired me to be a writer. I was a writer in some form, from then until today.

Other than her class, school was pretty much crap to me. When I wasn't sleeping behind my book, I was day dreaming about my beautiful English teacher. She was always a damsel in distress. I was a knight in a shining Silver Jump Suit, rescuing the Princess from the doldrums of mediocre dancers at the Castle Knight Club!

I would walk up to her, cool and slow, take her hand from a bumbling brute and whirl her into my arms. Of course, the bumbling brute would pick a fight with me by slapping me with his metal glove. I would grab her waist and set her away from danger. Then turn, cool and slow of course, to confront the brute with my superior dancing fight moves.

She would always shout with passion, "Be careful my love!" James Brown's, " I Feel Good," would be playing as I did my furious fight dance up to the moronic brute. Six of the brute's buddies would stand beside him in a fight stance. I would look back at her and say," Worry not my love, there is only seven!"

James would sing the lines, "I feel good!" I would deliver seven punches as the horns blew seven times, then sing along with James,"Like I knew that I would!" Yip, I was kickin' ass and takin' names! After knocking all of the brutes out, she would run to me (slow motion) and kiss me all over my face!

We would then run out of the large golden doors of the club, I would grab her by the waist and sit her side mounted on my armoured Harley Davidson. Cool and slow, I would pull out on the highway as she hugged my back, and always her beautiful soft chin was on my shoulder.

We would ride towards the morning moon and she would tell me, " Oh my Prince, thou hast saved me from the clutches of danger, what must I do to repay thee?" My dream turned into a grin from ear to ear!

I was usually awakened out of my dream by a teacher yelling at me or a fellow student nudging my side. I have a thousand stories from the class of 1973. I treasure them all.