Mm, in the summer of '59

Dandelions shine up through the pavement

Better pushers in the bushes

Waspy binges, sixteen inches round her waist

And it's all in the name of good taste



In the summer of '59

Dandelions shine up through the pavement

Fluorescent socks and fishnet stockings

Dirty combs from ideal homes and girls are chaste

And it's all in the name of good taste



Good taste, nobody knew what we knew then

Good taste, look at the boys turn into men

Good taste, nobody knew what we knew then



Look at the girls turn into women

Uh, ooh, uh, ooh, uh

Look at the girls turn into women

Uh, ooh, uh, ooh, uh

Some of the girls turned into women

Ooh



In the summer of '59

Dandelions shine up through the pavement

Council houses, drainpipe trousers

Ciggy packs and long black jackets, ties are laced

And it's all in the name of good taste



Good taste, nobody knew what we knew then

Good taste, look at the boys turn into men

Good taste, nobody knew what we knew then



Look at the girls turn into women

Uh, ooh, uh, ooh, uh

Look at the girls turn into women

Uh, ooh, uh, ooh, uh

Some of the girls turned into women

Ooh



In the summer of '59