I'm just mad about my old school shirt 
The frills, they are a must
The things of all those kids and that old city school 
All those kids are lost 
Them kids are lost 
They're lost
I'm just mad about that old radio 
The tunes that it used to play 
How come you ain't singing now well 
Did our voices get away 
Well did they get away 
Get away 
I'll be shooting holes in the sky to make it rain, make it the same 
Shooting holes in the sky once again. 
I'm just mad about all those people 
Who came but did not stay
They sit so quietly my memories 
Gone but not on me 
Shooting holes in the sky to make it rain, make it the same 
Shooting holes in the sky once again.
Shooting holes in the sky to make it rain, make it the same
Shooting holes in the sky once again. 
Caught in a headlock, I wanted to be the same
Caught in a headlock, I wanted to be the same
Caught in a headlock, I wanted to be the same
Caught in a headlock, I wanted to be the same
Again.