Technicolor girls Are always on the phone Talking about their homes And their conversations continue endlessly
Technicolor boys: transistor radios Blasting their treble tones And the arguments are disputed after school In the parking lot as the teachers bend the rules
Patiently you waited for a courting boy's embrace And then everyone would know But the letter jacket wasn't yours to own And it proves to be on the temporary loan
And as they all grow older, the truth will be understood Because we never turn out the way we thought we would