sometimes i think about our good old high school days
you would always kid about my adolescent ways
oh, mary, mary, good to see you too
haven’t seen to many of the old crew
the time just flew, and how are you?
strange we should meet here
seeing off our friends
it’s hard to draw the line between
beginnings and ends
oh, mary, mary, must you go so soon?
we must be a sight to see
salon and saloon
i’ll look you up soon
maybe sing you a tune