I read an ad in the paper one day
In the Dallas Morning News
All about my class reunion in
A town near Santa Cruz
I tried to decide if I should go
To meet my friends and peers
And see how classmates from the past
Had aged in all these years
I finally resolved that I should go
And see what I could see
And meet my friends from the senior class
Of nineteen fifty-three
I rented a tux and a black toupee
Then brushed my shoes and hair
I trimmed my mustache and my beard
And changed my under wear
I emptied the bottle of after shave
And rented a limousine
I brushed my teeth with Ultra-Bright
Then gargled some listerine
I soon arrived in splendid form
With a flower on my chest
Sporting a rented diamond ring
And smelling my very best
Now I was dressed in the finest garb
Like a monarch at a feast
When I discovered that no one there
Seemed familiar in the least
Well not a soul remembered me
And my heart dropped to the floor
When I remembered that I was in
The class of fifty-four |
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