by F.R. Duplantier
Whatever became of what's-his-name,
The kid with the freckled face
Who lived next door
When I was four
Then left without a trace?
The kid with the freckled face
Who lived next door
When I was four
Then left without a trace?
Whatever became of what's-his-name,
The clown who yelled "Here! Here!"
When Mrs. Kohl
Would call the roll
Then one day wasn't there?
The clown who yelled "Here! Here!"
When Mrs. Kohl
Would call the roll
Then one day wasn't there?
Whatever became of what's-his-name,
That walking store of knowledge
Who made it clear
In senior year
That he had no use for college?
That walking store of knowledge
Who made it clear
In senior year
That he had no use for college?
Whatever became of what's-his-name,
The one we dubbed "The Beast,"
Who went unshod
And sneered at God
But was called to be a priest?
The one we dubbed "The Beast,"
Who went unshod
And sneered at God
But was called to be a priest?
Whatever became of what's-his-name,
The grunt with the Southern drawl
Whose purple heart
Had bled a quart
When he shipped back home one Fall?
The grunt with the Southern drawl
Whose purple heart
Had bled a quart
When he shipped back home one Fall?
Whatever became of what's-his-name,
That jivy junior exec
Who in a crunch
Went out for lunch
And left on a wilderness trek?
That jivy junior exec
Who in a crunch
Went out for lunch
And left on a wilderness trek?
Whatever became of what's-his-name,
The gent on the bench alone
Who every day
Watched children play
But with the birds has flown?
The gent on the bench alone
Who every day
Watched children play
But with the birds has flown?
Whatever became of what's-their-names,
Whose faces I still can see?
I wonder, Do
They wonder too
Whatever became of me?
Whose faces I still can see?
I wonder, Do
They wonder too
Whatever became of me?