We've learnt to kick a ball, but we're not quite cynical

And we've written on the wall, John's gay He's gay

And Janet's friends with John and she says that we're all scum

He just gets his homework done and won't play not today



What will we grow up to be

What will we grow up to see

Will you still be friends with me fourteen, fifteen, sixteen



Martin grew out of his A-team vest

And nicked the pedals off my BMX

And he says that he's had sex with a girl, for effect

I lost my virginity, the year above us had discovered E

And I said it weren't for me, twelve pounds, fifty



What will we grow up to be

What will we grow up to see

Will you still be friends with me fourteen, fifteen



We hide in bandstands and talk in the dark

Rain's never cold when you're young

We were devoted to us from the start

I know too much how to feel ... young



We've learnt to kick a ball, and we're not quite cynical

And we've written on the wall, John's gay He's gay

What will we grow up to be

What will we grow up to see

Will you still be friends with me fourteen, fifteen



What will we grow up to be

What will we grow up to see

Will you still be friends with me fourteen, fifteen ... young


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