Old School

You might think it's harder or maybe that I am a fool But, I enjoy doing things my way, so I do them old school, It was how that I was raised, just to follow one strict rule And that rule always worked for my father, so I always go old school; The fashions that I wear today, many might think are old and uncool Maybe to some they aren’t today’s fashion, but they are old school; You live in today with its complications, while In yesterday I did rule Things that I do or say now, they are called going old school. My music might be too loud, and my car might use too much fuel And when they do, it's only because, I enjoy going old school; Give me a hammer or a screwdriver or duct tape as my tool And I can fix anything, as I will be doing it old school; You can laugh and call me names, and my ways you can ridicule But, I get things accomplished and restored, when I go old school, Years from now when you are sitting alone, maybe upon an old bar stool You will reflect back to another time and how you did things, old school. Randy L. McClave