Breakfast Time

Breakfast time, breakfast time

The hands that tell me

Five to nine

Orange lights in orange lines

Sparkle bright of souls entwine

Pointting 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