Breakfast Time

Breakfast time, breakfast time The hands that tell me Five to nine Orange lights in orange lines Sparkle bright of souls entwine Pouting girl, sitting pretty On the bus Reminiscing, clammy kissing Summer breeze, the big strip tease You and I could frollic in the dew Only I've something better to do And with that I bid you fond farewell Oh, how I wish I was young again Oh, how I wish I was young again Young again, young again