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 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! 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