I remember Panama Jack layin' back
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Tape deck, Ray Bans and good friends
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Every summer, we couldn't wait to run wild
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So we piled in the Jeep, hot seats, lookin' for something
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2 for 1 at the Ramada, drinking coconut coladas
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Chasing senoritas out by the pool
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Oh, I pulled a string on her bikini thinkin' all my friends would see me
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But I found out that I wasn't so cool
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Oh, oh, ooh, old school
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I remember dirty slow dancin', off rhythm kissin'
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Beer stickin' to our shoes
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And I'd whisper in her ear and she'd give me that smile for awhile
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'Cause she knew it wasn't true
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Man that cover band was killer
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They were jammin' Steve Miller 'til it's last call at quarter to two
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A Dr. Pepper chaser for another shot of Jager
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And you're prayin' that she's leaving with you
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Oh, oh, ooh, old school
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Oh, oh, oh, oh, ooh, old school, yeah
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2 for 1 at the Ramada drinkin' coconut coladas
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Chasin' senoritas out by the pool
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Man that cover band was killer
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They were jammin' Steve Miller 'til it's last call at quarter to two
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A Dr. Pepper chaser for another shot of Jager
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And you're prayin' that she's leaving with you
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Oh, oh, ooh, old school
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Oh, oh, oh, oh, ooh, old school
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Oh, oh, yeah, old school, old school
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I remember Panama Jack layin' back
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Tape deck, Ray Bans and good friends, yeah
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Old School
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| Chuck Wicks |
