bye!� goodbye our pastels badges
but it means some kind of happy birthday
hey, beatnik boys!� all you blueboys!
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