My teenage years? Oh dear!
Would I want to be back there?

 

That was when I knew it all,
At least, that was my thinking
Platforms made me six feet tall
Looked old enough for drinking
In maxi-dress or mini-skirt,
(Depending on the weather)
Or hippy style, cheesecloth shirt
Tasselled belt �?coloured leather
High laced boots in PVC
Cost all my first week’s wages
I could not afford, you see
Black leather ones for ages

 

The youth club was the highlight
Of the week for guys and chicks
Bus to town on Friday night
From our village in the sticks
Problem was, the last one back
Departed at half past nine
(Transport was our biggest lack)
And we often cut it fine!
If we went to watch a flick
We couldn’t stay to the end
Last minute, we’d run out quick
Envious of scooter’d friend

 

It wasn’t all froth and fun
Mostly we worked hard at school
(Though there was a skinhead one
Who was just a stupid fool)
We started a petition
To stop baby seal clubbing
With scorn and great derision
Gave our M.P. a drubbing
He knew we weren’t just messing
When the teachers joined in too
Even had the Head’s blessing
For the first time ever, too!

 

My teenage years? Oh dear!
I wouldn’t want to be back there?