Savin Hill

Savin Hill my starting point
 Down the beach with a few beers
 Didn't know what life had in for us
 Starting out at St. Margarets
 Up there on that lonely hill
 I got my start in 1970
 Moved on down to Motley school
 Down to St. Willies from there
 The catholic golden rule got hooks in me
 Sister Robad, Ms. Coughlin, the teachers and their authority
 I put my fists up to them at every turn
 Savin Hill it was my start
 Beginning of a lifetime
 I still remember those days clearly
 Cannot forget my roots
 Or when it really started
 Savin Hill down by the beach
 Grades on to eight were nuts
 Hi-jinx, stunts and pranks pulled out
 Me and my cousin Bill, the terrible two
 Danny, Joey, Robby, John, Saxon and Victoria
 Many a long neck bottle cracked down there
 Savin Hill it was my start
 From the courts back to the park
 The weekend time seemed so damn free
 If you had my back, I took yours
 Our obligatory creed
 Savin Hill down by the beach
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 Do you remember the tennis courts?
 The bungalow or Harpo's bench
 Do you remember jumping that bridge?
 The risks we took and our chances?
 GO!
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 The later years brought on alcohol nights
 Coupled with petty arguments and barroom fights
 We never broke apart and we stood our ground
 If a cohort was lost he was found
 If things got hot, Dorchester stayed cool
 No other townies came toward us fools
 Savin Hill down by the beach
 It's these memories I'll go preach
 Savin Hill is where it all began