Lyrics:

Bring in the skins with the pins And the patches on their flights The rovers with the clovers Who've spent far too many nights Out with us till closin' time We hope we're not imposing on you Get the crew together It's the old school off the bright Flush the boys out of Dot We're gonna need them there 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 And the South End Puerto Ricans The North End Italians And the windbags up on Beacon Hill There'll be no tomorrow It's going down tonight Get the crew together It's the old school off the bright We want the punks, the drunks The lay-abouts, the steady workin joes The white collars, the rednecks And our blue-blooded bros The jocks, the preps, the stoners The homeless and homeowners Every loser, boozer, drug abuser Sharpie and two-toner We'll take the jills and bring on the jacks From Forest Hills 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