Bring in the skins, with the pins
And the patches on their flights
The rovers with the clovers
Who've spent too many nights
Out with us till closing time
We hope we're not imposing you
Get the crew together
It's the old school of the bright
Flush the boys out of Dot
We're gonna need them there
And tell the trouble-makers
That hang out in Harvard Square
We need every able asshole
Every asshole you can spare
We're going off the bright
Invite them to this fine affair
Tell the Irish in Southie
The South End Puerto Ricans
The North End Italians
The wind bags up on Beacon Hill
There will be no tomorrow
It's going down tonight
So get the crew toghether
It's the old school of the bright
We want the punks, the drunks
The lay abouts, the steady working joes
The white collars, the rednecks
And our blue blooded bro's
The jocks, the preps, the stoners,
The homeless and homeowners,
Every loser, boozer, drug abuser
Sharpie and Two-Tower
We'll take the Jills and bring on the Jacks
From Forrest Hill all the way to Father Mac's
The rude girls and the rudies
Don't fail it's your duty
'Cause tonight will be the night
Get the crew together
It's the old school off the bright
