J. D. Webster
Below is the text from our Power Point Slides
AMERICAN PIE (modified)
Grissom Class of 1974 - Karaoke Challenge
Sung by Classmate: Mike Hethcoat
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Mike is “NOT” a professional Singer….
Mike is sensitive…
If you laugh – He will cry…
However, he sings better than 83 percent of us.
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Class Challenge!
Help Mike Sing the Refrains, They are in Orange
Ready, Let’s Do it!
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“American High”
A long, long, time ago
I can still remember how my high school used to make me smile
And I knew if I had my chance That I could make out at the dance
And maybe I'd be happy for a while
(but) Mr. Reynold’s made me shiver
With every paddle he’d deliver
Bad news on my rear hip
I couldn’t take one more step
I can’t remember if I cried
As I ran about with wounded pride
When Daddy Dewdrop hit my hide
The day the music died
So bye-bye, My old Grissom School High
Drove my Chevy to the drive-in, met my friends there at nine
Saw the Gris-som class all drinkin’ Boones berry wine
Singin’ “This’ll be the day that I die. This’ll be the day that I die
Would I lose my look of love?
Perhaps my have faith in God above? Should our teachers see them so?
Now do you believe in rock and roll? Can paddles save your mortal soul?
Or simply teach us how to dance real slow?
Well I know you love the football team
Cause I saw you cheerin’ in the gym
You all kicked off your shoes
Man, I dug pep rallies that’s true
I was a horny teenage broncin’ buck
With a hot cheer-leader in a pickup truck
But I knew that I was out of luck
Her Tank Top’s double tied
I started singin’ bye-bye, My old Grissom School High
Drove my Chevy down to Gibson’s, met my friends there at nine
Saw the Gris-som class all drinkin’ Boones berry wine
Singin’ “This’ll be the day that I die. This’ll be the day that I die
Now Forty years we’ve been on our own
And we grew fat using apple phones
But that’s not how it used to be
When Grissom’s Band played the king of beers,
At Milton Frank you could hear the cheers
…In a voice that came from you and me
Oh, and while the crowd was looking down
The Tigers stole one West End crown
The ball game was adjourned
To mid-terms we returned
And while Childers read a book on plays
Our classes went on every day
And we sang dirges on the way
To Gay Ray’s sunrise hall
We were singin’, bye-bye, My old Grissom School High
Drove my Chevy to Point Mallard, met my friends there at nine
Saw the Gris-som class all drinkin’ Boones berry wine
Singin’ “This’ll be the day that I die. This’ll be the day that I die
And now here we are all in one place, A generation lost in space
With no time left to start again
So come on, life is nimble, life is quick
Let us light off a candlestick
The fire honors all our long lost friends
And in this hall our classmates scream
Old lovers cry and poets dream
So many words unspoken
Long lost friendships all awoken
And all my friends I admire most
From all around, the entire host
Let’s raise our glasses in a toast
It is re-union night
We are singin’, bye-bye, My old Grissom School High
Drove my Chevy down Memorial, know my friends are all fine
yes, the Gris-som class all drinkin’ Boones berry wine
Singin’ “This’ll be the day that I die. This’ll be the day that I die
We are singin’, bye-bye, My old Grissom School High
Drove my Chevy down Memorial, know my friends are all fine
yes, the Gris-som class all drinkin’ Boones berry wine
Singin’ “This’ll be the day that I die. This’ll be the day that I die
THE END!
We Did It!
(Clap your hands)
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