♪ Born a sixties child with a seventies flair And an eighties style in a nineties jumbo I play my tunes on an old boom boom My nostalgic swing to the beat surrender To the boys in glam From a new realm I was down like Gonna mourn now Gonna yell, cry Out loud When I was stereo Music videos Money tamed down Bad girls ♪ Born a sixties child with a seventies perm And an eighties style in a nineties jumbo I buy my clothes up on a bellow road Out in a cafe row I'm watching all their faces In the sky And an old guitar The party's on at the monkey bar I was down like Gonna mourn now Gonna yell, cry Out loud When I was stereo Music videos Money tamed down Bad girls In a cell hall In a tour bus Fucking afros Let's go Everyone's retro To the morn now Gonna yell, cry Out loud Oh, I wish I was the Beatles I wish I was in the hood It all makes sense to me I hope it makes some sense to you Because it all makes sense to me I hope it makes some sense to you I was down like Gonna mourn now Gonna yell, cry Out loud When I was stereo Music videos Money tamed down Bad girls In a cell hall In a tour bus Fucking afros Let's go Everyone's retro To the morn now Gonna yell, cry Out loud Gonna yell, cry Out loud It all makes sense to me I hope it makes some sense to you Because it all makes sense to me I hope it makes some sense to you Oh, yeah, yeah Oh, no Oh, no