Summer Of '59

In the summer of fifty nine

Dandelion shine up through the pavement

There the bushes in the bushes wash me pinches

Sixteen inches round the waist

And it's all in the name of good taste

In the summer of fifty nine

Dandelion shine up through the pavement

Pressing socks and fishnet stockings

Dirty combs from ideal homes

The girls are chased

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

Who the girls turn into women oh

Look at the girls turn into women oh

Some of the girls turn into women oh

In the summer of fifty nine

Dandelion shine up through the pavement

Council houses drained by trousers

Ziggy 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 oh

Look at the girls turned into women oh

Some of the girls turned into women oh

In the summer of fifty nine