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THE HIGH SCHOOL BAND
Just a boy I got my first guitar
Soon all my years were in a cool 12-Bar
Bustin’ my fingers I would shred that Strat
With the neighbours screamin’, “Hey shoot that cat!”

I got to thinkin’ I should join a band
To give this boy a little helping hand
We bought some gear, we found a real cool name
“The High School Band”, dreamin’ of fame

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The band played - wannabe heroes
3 chords to Paradise
Don’t wake me up for… for I was just dreaming of…
The finest sound all over this land
Was the 3 chord trick, The High School Band

In a beat-up van we hit the windin’ road
Man, the Marshall stacks they were a heavy load
We wrote some songs they were kind of cool
The High School Band breaking the rules.

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Life kicked in, the years passed by
I see us there, the crowd going wild
The finest sound all over this land
The 3 chord trick, The High School Band

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