作词 : Mitchell Brown 作曲 : Mitchell Brown Momma told me not to look at the sun but I would put my shades on and I’d do it for fun and my daddy told me I should come in soon but I spent all night singing a duet with the moon So tell the, jukebox, to mute all the blues tell the, sandman, to break all the rules tell the, young kids, with all the tattoos all the stories for you kids when they ask you and hold up, when you tell it tell it all don’t you leave out a page The good girls go to heaven bad ones go back stage (ahh damn) Tell the bouncer he should open the gates Until the wheels fall off and everything breaks
Bad grades and minimum wage We were always in love, and coming home late when it was okay, to act our age oh no Make me feel like I’m in high school.
Back woods and backseats We were flying through all the backstreets When the cops turned all our parties into track meets, yeah Make me feel like I’m in high school
Make me feel like I’m in high school Momma told me keep my eyes on the prize but I was only 16 I would stay up all night and my, my daddy told me I should pick up my room but I spent all day singing a duet with the broom So tell the, jukebox I’m calling a truce Tell the sandman to kick of his shoes Tell the young kids with all the taboos all the rules that you broke when they ask you And hold up when you tell it tell it all don’t you leave out a page the good girls go to heaven bad ones go back stage (ahh damn) Tell Saint Peter he should open the gates Until the wheels fall off and everything breaks
When I close my eyes I dream of rock & roll Loud noises and loud voices, a night we lost control and this could be the night they warned us about and if it is, god forbid, plug me in Let’s make it feel like I’m in High School
Bad Grades, minimum wage we were, always in love and coming home late when it was, okay, to act our age, oh no (Make me feel like I’m in high school) Backwoods and backseats we were, flying through all the backstreets when the cops turned all our parties into track meets, yeah (Make me feel like I’m in high school)
[00:00.000] 作词 : Mitchell Brown [00:01.000] 作曲 : Mitchell Brown [00:11.356]Momma told me not to look at the sun [00:13.428]but I would put my shades on and I’d do it for fun [00:16.419]and my daddy told me I should come in soon [00:18.984]but I spent all night singing a duet with the moon [00:21.829]So tell the, jukebox, to mute all the blues [00:24.976]tell the, sandman, to break all the rules [00:27.792]tell the, young kids, with all the tattoos [00:30.656]all the stories for you kids when they ask you [00:32.981]and hold up, when you tell it tell it all don’t you leave out a page [00:36.077]The good girls go to heaven bad ones go back stage (ahh damn) [00:39.759]Tell the bouncer he should open the gates [00:41.785]Until the wheels fall off and everything breaks [00:45.109] [00:45.470]Bad grades and minimum wage [00:47.500]We were always in love, and coming home late [00:50.176]when it was okay, to act our age oh no [00:54.486]Make me feel like I’m in high school. [00:56.947] [00:57.127]Back woods and backseats [00:58.744]We were flying through all the backstreets [01:01.779]When the cops turned all our parties into track meets, yeah [01:05.965]Make me feel like I’m in high school [01:08.763] [01:17.142]Make me feel like I’m in high school [01:19.694]Momma told me keep my eyes on the prize [01:21.574]but I was only 16 I would stay up all night [01:24.485]and my, my daddy told me I should pick up my room [01:27.378]but I spent all day singing a duet with the broom [01:30.053]So tell the, jukebox I’m calling a truce [01:32.939]Tell the sandman to kick of his shoes [01:35.876]Tell the young kids with all the taboos [01:38.759]all the rules that you broke when they ask you [01:41.058]And hold up when you tell it tell it all [01:43.042]don’t you leave out a page [01:44.173]the good girls go to heaven bad ones go back stage (ahh damn) [01:47.769]Tell Saint Peter he should open the gates [01:50.160]Until the wheels fall off and everything breaks [01:53.034] [02:15.261]When I close my eyes I dream of rock & roll [02:20.816]Loud noises and loud voices, a night we lost control [02:26.472]and this could be the night they warned us about [02:32.042]and if it is, god forbid, plug me in [02:36.261]Let’s make it feel like I’m in High School [02:39.186] [02:39.348]Bad Grades, minimum wage [02:41.296]we were, always in love and coming home late [02:43.820]when it was, okay, to act our age, oh no [02:47.713](Make me feel like I’m in high school) [02:50.671]Backwoods and backseats [02:52.443]we were, flying through all the backstreets [02:55.410]when the cops turned all our parties into track meets, yeah [02:59.371](Make me feel like I’m in high school)
