| Technicolor girls are always on the phone
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| Talking about their homes
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| And the conversations continue endlessly
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| Technicolor boys, transistor radios
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| Blasting their treble tones
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| And the arguments are disputed after school
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| In the parking lot as the teachers bend the rules
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| Patiently you waited for a courting boy’s embrace
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| Then everyone would know
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| But the letter jacket wasn’t yours to own
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| And it proves to be on temporary loan
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| And as they all grow older the truth will be understood
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| 'cause we never turn out the way we thought we would |