Class Song of '75

Class Song of ’75 We’ve worked twelve years to get to the top ... And now we’re here we won’t ever stop ... nohow We came, we saw, we conquered and absolutely nothing is the same We’ve got that special something and class of ’75 is what we’re named. Who parks their cars all over the lawn ... we do Who has new thoughts about right and wrong ... we do Our charm and beauty captivates every single person that we meet They come and flock behind us whenever we go walking down the street. Though Core and Math are sometimes a drag ... we live Cause more important things are our bag ... we live Our weekends are so loaded with lots of things that we could never tell But then come Monday morning we’re ladies at the sounding of the bell. We’re dancers, actors, singers and jocks ... our claim We’re lovers, scholars, leaders and crocks ... our fame And though our interests differ we somehow manage always to survive At Long Last it’s our year now There’s nothing left to fear now Cause we’re the class of ‘75!