Westside story of the fifty and sixty fleet.
Gang gave us our own feet.
Didnt listen any more.
Hungout at the corner candy store.
We laughed and joked till dawn.
Whose tirers on whos front lawn.
BEER-was the call on SATURDAY night.
It sent many into a sudden flight.
Schoolwork went out the door.
Viet Nam was the next port of call.
We were mighty walking down the block.
We always kept our fears in the flock.
Colors that the girls just adored.
Dancing on the gym wood floor.
Those were an era ,like all era's before.
Yet, they all go out the doors.
