Youre pink, youre young, youre middle-class
They say it doesnt matter
Fifteen blue shirts and womanly hands
Youre shooting up the ladderYour mind is racing like a pro now
Oh my God, it doesnt mean a lot to you
One time, you were a glowing young ruffian
Oh my God, it was a million years agoSometimes you get up and bake a cake or something
Sometimes you stay in bed
Sometimes you go, la, di, da, di, da, di, da, da
Till your eyes roll back into your headYour mind is racing like a pro now
Oh my God, it doesnt mean a lot to you
One time, you were a glowing young ruffian
Oh my God, it was a million years agoYoure dumbstruck, baby
Youre dumbstruck, baby, now you know
Youre dumbstruck, baby
Youre dumbstruck, baby, now you knowYour mind is racing like a pro now
Oh my God, it doesnt mean a lot to you
One time, you were a glowing young ruffian
Oh my God, it was a million years agoYoure dumbstruck, baby
Youre dumbstruck, baby, now you know
Youre dumbstruck, baby
Youre dumbstruck, baby, now you know
Youre dumbstruck, baby