Electronic drums and synthesizers

Angular haircuts and black eyeliner

We'll start a new wave band

And then I'll make you mine

You'll play the keyboards

And everything will be alright



We'll show the socies

We'll show the jocks

We'll show the heshers

We can't be stopped



C'mon, Vivian

Put your glasses on

Yeah, you're going away to med school

And I'm going out of my mind



Flock of seagulls

Really busted out

Hazy fantazy

Made all of the kids shout

We got a microphone and it's made out of plastic

We've got a show tonight, it's gonna be classic



We'll take on the world and MTV

We'll rock the math club christmas party



C'mon, Vivian

Put your glasses on

Yeah, you're going away to med school

And I'm going out of my mind

Put 'em on, put 'em on, put 'em on . . .



C'mon!

Vivian

Put your glasses on

Yeah, you're going away to med school

And I'm going out of my mind

C'mon, Vivian

Put your glasses on

Yeah, you're going away to med school

And I'm going out of my mind