I turned into my old neighborhood A dusty field where my school once stood A quiet street with no drag racing cars A melody with no screaming guitars I couldn't find that ol' sycamore tree Where my baby wrote that she loved me They chopped it down, everything that wasn't good And nothing's left of my neighborhood School days, school days Ooh ooh ooh ooh Ooh ooh ooh ooh School days, school days Ooh ooh ooh ooh Ooh ooh ooh ooh Ooh ooh ooh ooh ooh, ooh ooh Ooh ooh ooh ooh ooh, oh oh oh Round the corner was the soda shack And just a quarter bought an after school snack We'd never close to the neon light We'd eat at Joe's every Saturday night All our heroes on the radio All the nights out at the drive-in show Somehow we lost a piece of paradise Growing up is not our own device School days, school days Ooh ooh ooh ooh Ooh ooh ooh ooh School days, school days Ooh ooh ooh ooh Ooh ooh ooh ooh We were the leaders of the pack Stick together never holding back