bye! goodbye our pastels badges
but it means some kind of happy birthday
hey, beatnik boys! all you blue boys!
it's still raining hard in the highland
though there's nothing going on
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
on the subway sometimes so sad