Track byFlipper's Guitar
bye! goodbye our pastels badges but it means some kind of happy birthday hey, beatnik boys! all you blue boys! teenage kicks can't die a postcard from Scotland says it's still raining hard in the highland though there's nothing going on i hear the truck and train now, let's have our fringe-hair cut just like James Kirk did long ago but our hairdresser should be a boy and he should have three wishes in his heart take, take off the badges from our anoraks put, put them into the drawers and we swear we'll never forget that feeling so goodbye, goodbye on the subway sometimes so sad but a razor appears and cuts yes, our lollipops were something pure so let's take off our favorite shirts