Were we the kids we used to be
We'd sell our souls for penny sweets,
And sing along with children older
Bold as brass but never bolder,
And run and scream through mass and school
Act the maggot, act the fool,
And get in trouble, feel the fear,
Excitement when the danger's near,
And grow up quickly, grow up sharp
And study German, study Arts,
And live abroad a life of love
And never ever get enough,
And return home with chip on shoulder
A year more stupid, a year more older,
And in the end we'd finally see
We're still the kids we used to be.