Grass flourishes in songs
And choruses smell like daisies.
In front of the boys' school
Girls become silly and young again.
Petticoats float above our heads.
We regret playgrounds.
Everybody put their small ankle socks again.
Take your guitar, jolly lad!
But what have they got? What's come over them?
Oh! How silly they are, those 30-year-old guys
Who bend over their teenage pimples
Who regret the backseat from their parents' car!
Shoo be doo shoo be doo wah.
Shoo be doo shoo be doo wah.
There are no more overparties, there are no more mopeds
And on stereos, pass the songs
Old remakes from (19)57.
Ah, microgroove tunes!
There, we regret punition hours
And orientation courses
Since then, they're part of alcoholic evenings
And end conversations.
But what have they got? What's come over them?
Oh! How silly they are, those 30-year-old guys
Who regret satchels, high school and supervisors!
Hey guys! Would you like to do your first Communion again?
Shoo be doo shoo be doo wah.
Shoo be doo shoo be doo wah.
There's only sound and technique.
Rendez-vous in the living room
But not to listen to music!
No! Ready for the great showing.
Look at my stereo, it's a brand new one.
It's more than 1 half-million worth.
It's so beautiful and how it shines!
See the stylus, it's not fake stuff!
What have they got? What's come over them?
Oh! How silly they are, those 30-year-old guys
Who bend over their teenage pimples
Who regret the backseat from their parents' car!
Shoo be doo shoo be doo wah.
Shoo be doo shoo be doo wah.
Grass flourishes in songs And choruses smell like daisies. In front of the boys' school Girls become silly and young again. Petticoats float above our heads. We regret playgrounds. Everybody put their small ankle socks again. Take your guitar, jolly lad!
But what have they got? What's come over them? Oh! How silly they are, those 30-year-old guys Who bend over their teenage pimples Who regret the backseat from their parents' car! Shoo be doo shoo be doo wah. Shoo be doo shoo be doo wah.
There are no more overparties, there are no more mopeds And on stereos, pass the songs Old remakes from (19)57. Ah, microgroove tunes! There, we regret punition hours And orientation courses Since then, they're part of alcoholic evenings And end conversations.
But what have they got? What's come over them? Oh! How silly they are, those 30-year-old guys Who regret satchels, high school and supervisors! Hey guys! Would you like to do your first Communion again? Shoo be doo shoo be doo wah. Shoo be doo shoo be doo wah.
There's only sound and technique. Rendez-vous in the living room But not to listen to music! No! Ready for the great showing. Look at my stereo, it's a brand new one. It's more than 1 half-million worth. It's so beautiful and how it shines! See the stylus, it's not fake stuff!
What have they got? What's come over them? Oh! How silly they are, those 30-year-old guys Who bend over their teenage pimples Who regret the backseat from their parents' car! Shoo be doo shoo be doo wah. Shoo be doo shoo be doo wah.