Pimples, spots and the hots,
lots of hots when you're fifteen.
Teens got one shot at it,
got to grow up quick
hair gelled
look slick, you
got the hots but you gotta be quick.

Life is the price that we pay for getting a bit older and older each day,
'not fair',
is what I say,
we're only fifteen forever it seems when we're only fifteen and still full of the craziest dreams,
gotta be quick
gotta be chic
got to have rhythm and be in with the clique,
fifteen and spots and that's all we can hope for and the hots, the hots are the dark horse, the shots on the wild course, the hormones that scream out about the time that we're fifteen, but
we gotta be quick.