Lyrics for the Class of '57
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The following revisions of well-known songs are an effort by Bruce Evans to pay tribute to the Ď50s, to EHS, and to members of the class of í57. By all means, pretend itís karaoke day at the Senior Center and sing along.

How About You?
(with apologies to Ralph Freed and Burton Lane)

I liked Martha Lake in June
How about you?
I liked how Mathis crooned
How about you?

I liked a pep assembly
With a big game due
Chocolate malts and cherry Cokes
Car coats and moron jokes
How about you?

I thought drive-in movies a treat
How about you?
If, that is, viewed from the back seat
How about you?

I liked the Wireless
And the Vodvil too
Desert boots and Mary Janes
Crew cuts and flowing manes
How about you?

I liked Cunninghamís class
How about you?
And giving Mase Hall sass
How about you?

Racing up and down 99
In a chopped Ford Ď49
Was crazy to do
But I liked it
How about you?

I liked watching ďCheyenneĒ
How about you?
And being a Rainiers fan
How about you?

Packed team bus rides to Burlington
Where we seldom won
Iíd never rue
ĎCause I liked them
How about you?

I liked five-cent Dentyne
How about you?
I liked ďLife MagazineĒ
How about you?


From í54 to Ď57
With all our hormonesí revviní
The time just flew
And I liked it
How about you?

(c)H.Gregory2013 Youíre the Top
(with apologies to Cole Porter)

Youíre the top
Youíre ďBe Bop A LulaĒ
Youíre the top
Youíre Proudfootís medulla
Youíve got it made in the shade with a phosphate Coke
Youíre a poodle skirt
A white T-shirt
Youíre ďGunsmoke.Ē
Youíre Sputnik
Youíre Art de Vos sassy
Youíre Lee M., with that classy chassis.
Iím an Edsel junked, Gorgeous George debunked, a pegged-pants fop
But if Ďmatey Iím the bottom
Youíre the top.

Youíre the top
Youíre Elgin Baylor
Youíre the top
Youíre an Airstream trailer
Youíre ďTutti FruttiĒ in a souped up Studie, Dorothy Tucker nice
Youíre Bazooka Joe
Lovely Lillian Boe
Youíre fuzzy dice.
Youíre ďAngel EyesĒ
Youíre ďMy Friend FlickaĒ
Youíre an iced Colt malt liquor
IĎm a TV dinner, no scholarship winner, never even learned to bop
But if Ďmatey Iím the bottom,
Youíre the top.

Youíre the top
Youíre ďMr. SandmanĒ
Youíre the top
Youíre ďAmerican BandstandĒ
Youíre a í50 Ford, leaded and lowered, a dab of Bryll Cream goop
Youíre ďBlueberry HillĒ
Youíre chlorophyll
Youíre no party poop.
Youíre blue suedes
Youíre a silver dollar
Youíre the pastel shade on a Peter Pan collar.
Iím Geritol, Clayís Study Hall, a lame bunny hop
But if Ďmatey Iím the bottom
Youíre the top.

Youíre the top
Youíre Helgaís tresses
Youíre the top
Youíre how McAllister dresses
Youíre Slo-Moís roostertail, a proud ďHonkyTonkĒ wail on a portable radio
Youíre a real blast
The Liz Taylor in the cast
Youíre Fats Domino.
Youíreólike, wow, manóin fat city
Youíre the ďDaddy-OĒ in a Bill Haley ditty.
Iím bad news, I go ape in zoos, I need a frontal lobot
But if Ďmatey Iím the bottom
Youíre the top.

(c)H.Gregory2013 Youíre the top
Youíre Leo Lassen
Youíre the top
Youíre a T-bird passiní
Youíre okey-dokey like Dick Stokke on KJR
Youíre a white-wall tire
Youíre ďGreat Balls of FireĒ
Youíre a Mountain bar.
Youíre ďLassieĒ
Youíre the Mickey Mouse Club motto
Youíre the brassy sound of Perez Prado.
Iím a rat fink, a greasy rink whose hair needs a lop
But if Ďmatey Iím the bottom
Youíre the top.

Youíre the top
Youíre behind the green door
Youíre the top
Youíre four-on-the-floor
Youíre second-gear ďmeat,Ē a Wilsonís Drive-In treat, a root-beer float
Youíre a Bar S frank
Youíre a Billington prank
Youíre a tweed top coat.
Youíre the teen Canteen
Youíre Elvis Presley
Youíre an ďEarth AngelĒ queen, all make-out nestly.
Iím the ďLawrence Welk Show,Ē off to squaresville I go, flat as Bireleyís orange pop
But if Ďmatey Iím the bottom
Youíre the top.

Youíre the top
Youíre a Hit Parade jukebox
Youíre the top
Youíre saddles and bobby sox
Youíre Kelloggís Pep, a cat thatís hep with a Witte smile
Youíre Kjolsoís great arm
Dick Engelsí charm
Youíre Bannisterís four-minute mile.
Youíre Annette Funicello
Youíre a Benny Bengal ďrahĒ
Youíre a mellow ďShangri-la.Ē
Iím a rubber crutch, a burned-out clutch, a gloomy Edmonds raindrop
But if Ďmatey Iím the bottom
Youíre the top.
 
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