You can say what you want
Call me a nostalgic fool
And I’ll even admit to being
More than a little old school
So the past is where I came from
Couldn’t get here any other way
Some couldn’t care less about the past
But I’m thankful for everyday
I was brought up
To be respectful of others
At least, to those who deserve it
And especially to all our mothers
There comes a time when you see
Through your parents eyes
The hardships of generations before you
Suddenly you see your elders so wise
I learned to work hard
To earn every dime
That nothing in life is really free
And ignorance is just a waste of time
I learned to watch what I say
And when to keep my mouth shut
To resist an urge to swear
Or my mother would spank my butt
Save your pennies young man
Save till you’re old and grey
Because someday you’ll need it
Glad you didn’t squander it away
Contrary to belief
The real world is not always what you see
This ain’t your money for nuthin’
Chicks for free
And what goes around
Usually comes back around
Work hard and earn your weight in pay
Or lie and cheat for just a pound
Do to others as you’d have done to you
For that was always the golden rule
And that’s how it was “Back in the day”
Back in the old school
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