Rupert Holmes
Rupert Holmes
Rupert Holmes
Rupert Holmes
Rupert Holmes
Rupert Holmes
Rupert Holmes
Rupert Holmes
Rupert Holmes
Rupert Holmes
Rupert Holmes
The board of education and the leaders of this town
Have determined that the time has come to tear my old school down
Ginger, stand beside me as they lay into the walls
Toppling down like building blocks, the homerooms and the halls
In a mushroom cloud of chalk dust, with a scream of brick and slate
It is gone within an instant on a man-made whim of fate
And I belong
I belong
I belong
I belong to the old school
Ain't no fool like a young fool
I belong to the old school
So we stumble through the wreckage of our past
And console ourselves by saying, "Nothing good can ever last"
People tear down old schools 'cause they know how much they've missed
Cloth bound books and longing looks and girls who've not been kissed
And if there is any purpose to my life and to this rhyme
It's to keep alive the old school for a brief but blessed time
'Cause I belong
I belong
I belong
I belong to the old school
Ain't no fool like a young fool
I belong to the old school
The Old School was written by Rupert Holmes.
The Old School was produced by Rupert Holmes.