Summer of '89.

We hang, we slang, we rock with the gang
Teeter totter clip clop, ciggie's from the corner shop.
Denim cut offs, leather biker, velvet mini made with lycra
Layer up the lip gloss, vogue it at the bus stop.

Lulu spritzed behind the knees, bottle of Martini please
Ellnett sets your make-up, crimpers keep your fringe up.
Motorbikes in Greenwood park, singing in the starry dark,
Teeter totter clip clop, (wish I'd worn my flip flops)

Boys are playing air guitar, girls admiring from afar,
Competition, territory, hussys come to steal your glory,
Singing loud to Guns n Roses, acting out Madonna poses,
Layer up the lip gloss, vogue it at the bus stop.