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 closing 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   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 together   it's the old school off the bright   we want the punks, the drunks,   the lay abouts, the steady working 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 Forrest 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   so get the crew together   it's the old school off the bright