Tommy Facenda – High School U.S.A. lyrics

High school you. S. A.
High school you. S. A.
High school you. S. A.
High school you. S. A.
High school you. S. A.

Come Friday noon
Bout a half past three
(High school you. S. A.)
I drop my books and my misery
(High school you. S. A.)

Stroll up and down
Through the soda shop
(High school you. S. A.)
Drop a coin in the old jukebox
(High school you. S. A.)

Well now looking all around
What did I see
Every school kid
There could ever be

They come from Pittsburgh
Chicago and Boston too
New Orleans, San Diego
And old St. Lou

Cleveland, Portland, and L. A.
Fort Worth, Charlotte
And Frisco Bay

Detroit, Newark and Memphis too
Well, they wanna do the
High school bop with you

Well, come Saturday morning
They were still going strong
(High school you. S. A.)
They've been rocking and
A-rolling all night long
(High school you. S. A.)

No time to study on their abc's
(High school you. S. A.)
Mmm they're getting their lessons
On the birds and the bees
(High school you. S. A.)

Yeah all across the floor
They're doing the hop
Everybody's doing that
High school bop

They come from Dallas
Cincinatti and good old Philly
Houston, Raleigh, and Kansas City

Miami, Baltimore and Washington
Norfolk, Atlanta and Charleston

Birmingham, Jacksonville
Tulsa too
Well they wanna do the
High school bop with you

There was St. Paul
Nashville and San Antone
New York, Hartford, and Oklahome
Camden, Durham, Indianapolis
Buffalo, Tampa, Minneapolis

New Orleans
Columbus, Seattle too
They all wanna do the
High school bop with you

(High school you. S. A.)
(High school you. S. A.)
Mmm, look out
(High school you. S. A.)
(High school you. S. A.)...