Lyrics Chuck Wicks – Old School

I remember Panama Jack layin’ back
Tape deck, Ray Bans and good friends
Every summer, we couldn’t wait to run wild
So we piled in the Jeep, hot seats, lookin’ for something

2 for 1 at the Ramada, drinking coconut coladas
Chasing senoritas out by the pool
Oh, I pulled a string on her bikini thinkin’ all my friends would see me
But I found out that I wasn’t so cool

Oh, oh, ooh, old school

I remember dirty slow dancin’, off rhythm kissin’
Beer stickin’ to our shoes
And I’d whisper in her ear and she’d give me that smile for awhile
‘Cause she knew it wasn’t true

Man that cover band was killer
They were jammin’ Steve Miller ’til it’s last call at quarter to two
A Dr. Pepper chaser for another shot of Jager
And you’re prayin’ that she’s leaving with you

Oh, oh, ooh, old school
Oh, oh, oh, oh, ooh, old school, yeah

2 for 1 at the Ramada drinkin’ coconut coladas
Chasin’ senoritas out by the pool

Man that cover band was killer
They were jammin’ Steve Miller ’til it’s last call at quarter to two
A Dr. Pepper chaser for another shot of Jager
And you’re prayin’ that she’s leaving with you

Oh, oh, ooh, old school
Oh, oh, oh, oh, ooh, old school
Oh, oh, yeah, old school, old school

I remember Panama Jack layin’ back
Tape deck, Ray Bans and good friends, yeah